Transmission

What is time but an illusion?

What is space but a dream?

Unencumbered,

the spirit does not care whether to move from yesterday to tomorrow, left or right, up or down.

It flows like a river that follows the call of the ocean.

Unenchanted by the illusion of space and time,

why would it be bothered by the deception of proximity?

The freshness of the spring reaches the pebble no matter where the river has taken it.

A drop of the fountainhead

A drop of the estuary

What is the difference?

Doka Sensei