No-mind

In the land of no-mind, who is king?
Is it the scent of jasmine wafted on the stillness or the hint of music in that silence?
Is it the bodiless bird soaring in the cloudless sky or the upside-down tree waving its roots at the stars?
Where there is no I , who sees?
Mists of illusion cannot survive the dawning of this Sun.
Go there.
All questions cease.