What was born must die. Only the unborn is deathless. Find what is it that never sleeps and never wakes, and whose pale reflection is our sense of ‘I’.–Nisargadatta Maharaj
My koan for the day, month, year. How can one understand or find the unborn? My best understanding at this point is, by staying with the sense of ‘I’-ness as closely as possible during our confused, contradictory days. Staying with it until its illusory power dissipates completely and the light of being shines through.