The sage is not what you think. Neither are you.
Asked by a friend “What is necessary?” “Earnestness.” is the first bird to fly from lips shaped as sound pattern to word. If you want to know then nothing and no one can stop you. Body becomes an arrow shot by longing into the sky. Your life will become the sun, a center of gravity, around which moments orbit. No one can give you earnestness.
Perhaps earnestness grows from that wisdom goddess Prajnaparamita, her gentle reminder, gentle push, called suffering unravels the vector of mistaken tendency. Perhaps it is born to flesh by felicity and wonder.
The sage is not what you think. Neither are you. The sage is not ‘businessman of the 8 worldly concerns’ shucking and jiving, selling you the next sure thing. The sage needs nothing, wants nothing, is nothing …. maybe they are the emptiness of sound of wave meeting shore, the sigh of sunflowers at dawn. Maybe they are a sudden joy within your heart.
The sage is a poet of circumstance, not a politician of power. They are whisperings of your own deep. Everything is. Outside is in. Inside is out. World is symbol. The outer guru does not lead to the inner guru. The true friend is the one who shatters such notions – inner outer.
If you are seeking surety you have come to the wrong tavern. The love wine gives no solace – it removes questions by dissolving questioners. Nagarjuna drank here and even though his words kept the cornhusk of logic their intent became the mind’s undoing.