Early Morning Note

I don't know who comes here , but it's early morning and something inside me is alive . Without knowing what it is , it is . What I call unknown is known yet remains openly silent without any doing on my part or on anybodies part . Is'nt that wonderful ? To see this is to just remain without any coming or going . Still it is here , in me , and in you and in all things , yet when we reach out to it , it is like water off a ducks back . Easy, yet if we try hard to understand it, it will cause strain and effort which just makes it hard to recognize . Who is to recognize cannot recognize cause he remains empty of recognition and in that recognition is no one .How this is , is like a clear vessel disappearing into the water it is holding . No outline can be seen - yet it is .