Listen to the trilling of the frogs on a spring night after a heavy rain and you will find that it leaves nothing out. Their voices overlap, running together in a continuous whirring drone that rises and falls throughout the night. Their songs lack grammar and syntax, and yet nothing is left unsaid. They may be wordless, but they are not lacking in meaning. They point to a meaning that remains protected forever because it lacks even the smallest trace of human thought. Thought adds nothing to the world that it does not already possess in abundance and endless variety. You must seek that meaning which abides eternally at the heart of the world.
Those who learn to collaborate with the natural sounds and sights of the living world will finally become wise—although, in truth, such wisdom involves no becoming. To return to the place of faith and quiet abiding that all beings are born with is to recover the language of the soul.
The Great Illusion is that through thinking you can add anything to life. The role of thought is not to alter the world, but to dance with it and love it. Even one moment of life lived in this way is worth more than the sum of human knowledge. A child manages this easily and unselfconsciously, although children always forget it as they grow older and begin to take on the burden of fears and worries that most people call a life.
When I ask you to have faith and trust, to hold My hand and let Me guide you, this is what I am asking you to do. This is the end of all prayer and devotion. Just learn to do what the tree frogs do on a spring night after the rain.