The Chess Master Says Nothing,

Little By Little, Wean Yourself. This Is The Gist Of What I Have To Say. From An Embryo Whose Nourishment Comes In The Blood, Move To An Infant Drinking Milk, To A Child On Solid Food, To A Searcher After Wisdom, To A Hunter Of Invisible Game.

A Man Or A Woman Is Said To Be Absorbed When The Water Has Total Control Of Him, And He No Control Of The Water. A Swimmer Moves Around Willfully. An Absorbed Being Has No Will But The Water's Going. Any Word Or Act Is Not Really Personal, But The Way The Water Has Of Speaking Or Doing. As When You Hear A Voice Coming Out Of A Wall, And You Know That It's Not The Wall Talking, But Someone Inside, Or Perhaps Someone Outside Echoing Off The Wall. Saints Are Like That. They've Achieved The Condition Of A Wall, Or A Door.

Whosoever Knoweth The Power Of The Dance, Dwelleth In God.

I Am Filled With You. Skin, Blood, Bone, Brain, And Soul. There's No Room For Lack Of Trust, Or Trust. Nothing In This Existence But That Existence.

Don’t Wait Any Longer. Dive In The Ocean, Leave And Let The Sea Be You.