Truth is revealed wherever there is innocence, humility and wonder.
Pathless, we are there. I am pollen on the stamen of the Truth Flower. So are
you. Even the Master is a mote of golden dust. We're all dissolving in a
honey drop. Don't try to find a formal Way to this
place, or you'll turn the sweet wine sour. Just let ten thousand petals
of your rainbow open in all directions at once.