Everything is one. Every moment is a recycling of every thought that has ever been born. Nothing is far away. We are enshrouded in no-thing. The things that fill the mind become lively bait for it.
Thoughts arise on their own and serve as decoys for the grasping mind to latch onto and toy with.
The intention of these words is not so much to arouse understanding as to nudge the mind gently toward a more subtle and incisive way of seeing. We would do well to recognize that much of our world consists of the ego-I and of latching on to sticky images. Our relationship with the world is mostly a sticky one. Wherever and whenever we stick, we suffer. The ego-I is not who we are.