I said to the wanting-creature inside me:
What is this river that you want to cross?
There are no other travelers on the river-road, and no road,
Do you see anyone moving about on that bank, or resting?
There is no river at all, and no boat, and no boatman…
There is no towrope either, and no one to pull it.
There is no ground, no sky, no time, no bank, no ford!
And there is no body, and no mind!
(Kabir, translation by Robert Bly)
Memories and words to describe the actual experience – none of this is real, none of this is the truth. So why open the mouth again and again? As soon as a word is spoken, THIS is no longer there.