Everything has potential but there is one potential that human beings have that is not the product of thinking or thought. You can’t come to it with the practice of yoga or rituals or sacraments. It is not found through any buzz or chemical intake. This potential is straight potential, without direction or influence. It can’t be practiced or cultivated. It is not found in a book unless it wants to be. It can leave a mark in a painting, sculpture, or poem if examined by simplicity and free from the cultivated intellect of the art critic. It is without cause and can affect anything it wants to yet no one or no thing can go to it. It moves all yet can’t be moved. These simple words are not it. It says write yet hides in what is written. This potential has love and compassion as its children. It holds when all else breaks, it is also full and deeply empty. From this potential we sprang and to it we fall. It beats life and death in the same stroke. It cannot be used, or corrupted.

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