Tu do 2

In the quiet of an open mind,
Shadows rise but we face them clearly.
Old fears whisper through the silence,
Patterns bind us though we long to be free.
Yet when we watch without a judgment,
A gentle light begins to appear.

No teacher standing at the gateway,
No sacred path we are forced to follow.
Freedom isn’t found in distant dreams—
It comes the moment we see our sorrow.
All the bindings fade like drifting clouds
When the heart no longer tries to flee.

The first and the very last freedom
Is the instant we behold our truth.
No more searching, no more clinging—
Only presence shining through.
When we live untouched by conditioning,
The mind is calm like the morning blue.



Every sorrow grows from attachment,
From the fragile image we call “I”.
We build walls high around our stories,
Yet still feel lost beneath the sky.
But when we let each image crumble,
A wider world opens in the light.



Love is never born of craving,
Nor the longing shaped by fear.
It’s the clarity of gentle seeing,
A truth that quietly appears.
And freedom lands like a resting bird,
Softening all the storms we held dear.


Every thought arrives and fades,
Like ripples sinking into the deep.
We simply watch—hold on to nothing—
And peace unfolds in silent sleep.
In that stillness where the mind grows clear,
Truth is simple, soft, and near.


When the heart is free from trembling,
And the gaze is cleansed of desire,
Freedom blooms like a silent flower—
Not owned, not taught, not required.
And we walk through life unburdened,
Living for the very first time.