The Way is One.

That One encompasses Everything.

All can be boiled down to One.

It is what it is, not what you make of it.

Color a rock to look like an apple, you still can’t eat it.

Just sit with it.

When life is hard, sit hard. When life is easy, sit easy.

When life is good, sit good. When life is bad, sit bad.

All facets of the same gem. All angles of the same coin.

No matter what you do, it’s all connected.

When I want to see my reflection, I walk away from the mirror and look at the old man at the bus stop across the street, a young couple in the park, the homeless man with his hand extended. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see me anymore. Me was just a misunderstanding, anyway, a wall of glass.

The Way is Everything.

The Way is One.

What is One that contains Everything?

Perfection. Nothing much.