Nothing ever happened…

I have no reason to obscure the truth. I am Nobody daughter of No-one, an empty appearance, an appearing emptiness. I did not have some date of birth, I will have no ending. Nothing special, unproduced, just like you.

All of the world is a wisdom mandala. The very act of perceiving is the activity of godliness. And the mind that perceives? That is an unmanifest unutterable sublime mystery. Words, colors, images, sounds, flow out and we share in the beauty. Hello.