Pointing with a finger at the outside world.
Pointing at the feet below you.
Pointing at the face in the mirror.
Then pointing toward the eye.
Pointing within the head.
Who is in there?
Who is watching that pointing finger?
Drop the thinking.
Feel who is at home behind the eyes?
Can you see who is there?
Can you turn the mind to see?
Can you see the center of Being?
Be still, the Golden Flower arises.
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