When the mind believes what it thinks,
it names what cannot be named and tries to make it real through a name.
It believes that its names are real,
that there’s a world out there separate from itself.
That’s an illusion. The whole world is projected.
When you’re shut down and frightened, the world seems hostile;
when you love what is, everything in the world becomes the beloved.
Inside and outside always match—they’re reflections of each other.
The world is the mirror image of your mind.
