his imaginary holiness the flying spaghetti monster
Just don’t seek from another
Or you’ll be far estranged from the Way.
I now go on alone
Meeting it everywhere
It now is just what I am
I now am one with it.
You must comprehend in this way
To merge with thusness.
…
Students as numerous as
sands in the Ganges but none are awakened.
They err by searching for the path in another person’s mouth.
If you wish to forget form and not leave any traces,
wholeheartedly strive to walk
in emptiness.