The morning stillness cannot be broken.
As the wind blows through the trees, it arises in this, it dies in this.
This is where everything begins. Yet nothing begins here.
This is where everything ends. Yet nothing ends here.
This is the Silent Stillness.
The Unborn, Undying, Eternal.
This is what speaks, when the Master speaks.
Let us not even call this Emptiness.
Formless, nameless, it simply is.
It is Truth.
This is not a koan.
It is your own, True Self.