a moment arrives
without a need of the past
the full moon rises
a thought bubbles up
a preference is posited
the moon doesn’t mind
the bubble bursts, pop!
awareness has no center
mooning melts the night
Image: Utagawa Hiroshige (Ando), Wind Blown Grass Across the Moon
Collection, Brooklyn Museum, New York
Vast Presence is always perfectly still.
And yet – as happened today – when a child is injured outside one’s gate and lies screaming in shock and pain, there is action. It is action unclouded by confusion, by conceptualization, by choice. Action simply acts. The child is held and comforted, first aid is applied. She is protected until her mother arrives.
Vast Presence does nothing but be present.
Isn’t it curious that we strive to live in the moment when it’s impossible to find any-where or any-when else but the vastness of the Present, this very moment? We are prisoners of this perfect Presence: there’s no need to seek it, and no possibility of escape!
See also – I’m prisoner of a presence
I leave the mountain, cross the border,
stop where the river rushes into the jaws of the Pacific.
The pretty park receptionist, painted like a porcelain pot
shows me to my spot at the water’s edge.
My tiny tent goes up.
Huge pelicans effortlessly ride the tide.
Ibis stalk around like three-legged cartoons.
A thousand bats silently flap their way –
whence, and wither?
Dusk draws the peak of Wollumbin
in charcoal on hazy apricot.
First the wind carries the drone of motorway traffic,
then it shifts; now there’s rolling surf-speak.
On a stone zafu
at the river’s edge I find
a mind that doesn’t seem to mind.
It’s true that there’s nothing to do in order to abide in this brilliant wideawakeness. It’s also true that doing nothing is no different from doing everything possible.
Wideawakeness has no preferences whatsoever; its unimaginable vastness includes all activities and practices, faiths and beliefs and philosophies.
Wideawakeness is sometimes called the ‘silent witness’ but if one looks very closely a witness cannot be found at all – it’s merely another arising thought. When the witness idea dissolves, it’s clearly seen that no separation exists between wideawakeness and whatever (is appearing, happening).
The witness and the watcher and the wee-me are all sparkling froth on this unfathomable ocean of seething teeming wideawakeness.
What has neither parents nor offspring
yet knows existence as its family tree?
What has never had a mind to ‘make up’
yet sees everything directly and intimately
and acts freely, without choice?
What has no body, no form
yet the ten thousand things
and the ten thousand no-things
fit it perfectly?
Have you ever played the little game of observing – perhaps counting – the number of times in a day (or even an hour) that you express choice? If yes, you’ll know how difficult it is to think or speak at all without exercising choice – comparison, aversion, preference…
(Do you want another cup of tea? – No thanks, I’m waterlogged.)
It’s a simple example. No more tea is required, no problem. A functional decision was made on a faster-than-light assessment of the body-state, right now.
But one step down, when thoughts about rightness or wrongness, about should and ought, about what the other’s reaction to the reply might be… arise, along come the apparent problems.
Immersed in now-this-here, in the inescapable presence of suchness, choiceless awareness is problem-free.
clamorous sea-speak this morning
for one who grew up amongst the coastal cliffs
the tussock-crowned dunes
the tidal pools
the crashing surf and wild symphonic joy
of the ocean inexplicably called Pacific
“there’s bound to be a salt-wave forever lapping in the heart”
she-who-scribbles loves water;
inescapable conditioning of the cells
well, ‘I’ has no preferences
and that means It embraces everything:
incomparably perfect Love!