Who feels angry?
Who feels angry?
Where does this anger rise from?
Is there a place where this anger is now?
Is there someone who is angry, since we feel so strongly, “I am angry”?
Is there a real substance, a force?
Questioning in this way, it’s absolutely impossible to find such a thing.
There is neither a place to find, nor a substance, nor any entity.
It’s simply a seeming presence, a mere movement of the attention which has no reality to it whatsoever.
It is like a bubble on the surface of water.
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From the book "Songs of Naropa: Commentaries on Songs of Realization"