Quintessence of Secret Mercury
Practices, Prayers, and Parables
Worlds and souls are all belimab (without substance) — a lightning flash shot through an open nowhere.
Mind is space-like, and space is mind-like. Beyond this is a mystery that words cannot touch, passing where no mind goes.
The skins of mind are shed as the serpent stands and becomes a flaming sword. The sword cuts through heaven and earth and becomes a flaming arrow through the bright. The bright is realized as pure darkness.
The flying arrow never hits a target. Although innumerable targets arise, none can stop it. Expanse pervades each target like sunlight breaking through the morning mist, and through dissolution, the arrow becomes the flight.
The serpent's oscillations weave the changeless continuum into the appearance of discontinuous change…
— David Chaim Smith