Appearances are all a mystery. Allow this mystery to permeate you.

The appearances perceived by the six senses are filled with space. Allow this space to reveal itself within you.

Appearances observe you. Allow this observation to know every cell of your being.

Appearances are made of what you are made of. Allow the difference between you and appearances to vanish.

Appearances are an abyss. Throw yourself into it through meditation, and discover that it has no bottom and therefore there's nothing to fear.

Even your pains and anxieties are appearances that have no beginning and no end.

What is the point of clinging to edges that crumble to dust?

Why protect yourself from open space? Why fear total freedom?

If solidity hurts so much, there is no point in clinging to it.

If pleasure always ends, there is no point in clinging to it.

Resisting the serenity of appearances is both futile and absurd.

Medicine is the absence of fireworks in appearances.

Let the ever-present ordinariness take over and take you far.