the question to silence all questions


The tropical sun rises in a typically cloudless sky, sails behind tall eucalypts and timber trellis, projects patterns of golden light and shade on the wall – soft foliage, crisscross trellis with hanging orchids, and in sharper focus, the graceful fronds of potted palms, metal filigree of security screen, and the delicate cotton lacework of the curtain.

All is a-shimmer in ceaseless motion – a wondrous appearance that I cannot find anywhere outside of this mind.

And what views the arisings in this mind?

Ahhhh.  That’s the question to silence all questions.


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