Somewhere between lost and found, reason and chaos laugh like old friends remembering childhood follies. There is no pressure here: nothing to fear and no need for hope. Wisdom compassionately adorns the elaborate mask of duality. Seeming hardship stands revealed as a symptom of affluence. Peace abounds as the substratum giving rise to this complete experience of life.
Somewhere between lost and found, love softly hums. Can you hear it?