What is written here is not a teaching.
It offers no method, nor does it give answers.
Along the course of life,
I passed through a certain threshold.
What I came to understand beyond that point
cannot be reached by words or knowledge.
Many say they already "know."
But what is often called knowing
is merely the repetition of memory and ideas.
Becoming.
Arriving there oneself.
Only through such experience
does understanding arise before words.
I am not special.
Yet, because I have been there,
there are things I came to know.
This record is but a trace of that experience.
It compels no one,
and understanding remains each person’s own choice.
For those who stand before the threshold,
these few words may quietly open,
each in their own way.