Do I really want to say nothing or do I not?
Remember the man who woke up. He came down or out, from the mountain or forest, and returned to old camrades, fellow seekers still at it. They asked where he had been. He told them:
« Over there. Sat for awhile. Looked up. Saw the morning star had risen. Now I’m here. With you. »
What else is there to tell? Nothing. I tell if asked:
« Sat for awhile. Saw the footpath, the buttercups, the treetops swayed in damp wind. Did cartwheels, waded across the meadow in waist-high grass. Now I’m here. With you. »