Teaching was

Teaching was a crock of shit
It’s like a picture of a picture
Feel
See
Feel
Standing touched
Get alone
Meshed and dissolved
Being
Transcendent is seeing everything arise out of you and yet greeting
it as a friend coming to meet
Love the purity of the play
Please no rules, no boundaries
Already transcendent
No one laughs
This kind of freedom is madness for someone who is self-reflecting for
position
I’m alone in this
I don’t mind – that already disappeared a long time ago
I’m not fooled
But I am mystified
Even the noblest perceptions
Teaching
Serving others
Disappears in no reason; in this maddening edge of already
freedom
Even honor doesn’t matter in this freedom
Laugh at yourself – this Freedom does!

It’s utterly radical
I LOVE IT!