We often talk and try to find the real, the reality. How deep we dig to find it and when we reach deep down, we wish to return to where we were before or we declare it unreal. It is a strange fact that we run from all over our lives.
The reality is immeasurable just like the wind. Can we measure or catch the wind? No. When we get to know something which is real and when we declare it as reality, we experience an extraordinary silence and emptiness within ourselves. Sometimes, we get afraid of it and sometimes we enjoy it by letting the reality enter into our creative emptiness.
Understanding things as what they are, and be known by them, allow us to experience this.