What is a thought? What is it made out of? Where is it beginning and ending? Can you rethink the thought you just thought? Can the mind be found? Or is it just a thought? Can a thought, in truth, be found? Has a thought ever came into existence? Or is it just another word for infinite empty space? If something truly existed separately, would it require naming? What is unaffected by names? How did the sky make you feel as a child? What does the heart know that the mind doesn’t? What requires absolutely no effort, no sustaining, no time, no cognition, no process, no location or basis? What isn’t orientated in any direction? Why is something beautiful? What is the mind always too late for? What in you assumes nothing? Onto what does the mind superimpose spatial dimensions? What is pure and untouched within you? What is infinitely unfathomably transparent? What is beyond all possible obscuration? What in you is completely free and open to life? …….