The Way

The Way does not feel spiritual. It feels like death. It wreaks of fear. It tastes like destruction. It appears lost. It sounds mad.

The Way is back the other way. It is behind you. Back to where you began. And on The Way, you retrace every step. Re-experience every pain. Revisit every sorrow. It is the Great Unwinding.

The Way is through the Self. The Self has been injected into everything.

Put down the Self, and see clearly.

Lay down the Self, layer by layer…

What remains?

Reality is the simplest thing.

Nobody can lead The Way. One can only point.

The Way must be walked alone, through the Self, back to where everything began.