The hub of the wheel.
The sole innovation
Of the First Turning
With all else borrowed
By the wills of culture

It is not selflessness,
It is corelessness.
Like an empty cup
An appearance in space.

Such is the knowing.
All troubles tenderly fade.

It isn’t the absence of presence,
It is the presence of absence.
Like space in every way,
Neither coming nor going,
Neither rising nor falling,
Not dependent on objects.

Such is the True Self,
Which is no one in particular.
Such is nibbana,
The deathless, the unborn.
Such is space.

You are thus.
Fear no more.


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