the empress of emptiness
by her cronies and courtiers
see, she refused to wear
their stitched-together stories
one more moment: she
no new clothes (or old)
she is only visible to
the innocent eye
a nobody, a no-thing
she is, simply,
whatever you choose
to think she is
Simplicity isn’t a result, an outcome of effort or aspiration. You can’t cultivate it by de-cluttering or embracing the ‘zen’ aesthetic.
Like wild wideawakeness simplicity is a reflection of original innocence – uncomplicated, unadorned, naked.
It flowers naturally when there’s no longer anyone who needs to impress their apparent world with aggrandizement of body or belongings – including the intellect and the movie of personal experience.
Simplicity surfaces when thinking knows its place.
vulnerability = ability to be wounded
it is openness to Life’s slings and arrows
as well as its joys and pleasures
vulnerability is innocence
before the story kicks in
without a story about myself
and without a story about who and what
what is there to be hurt
and what is there to defend?
in true vulnerability, suffering is impossible
‘I’ has no body;
the ten thousand things
and the ten thousand no-things
these are the skin ‘I’ wears
‘I’ has no mind;
direct seeing is its mental modality
intelligence flows from its well-spring
action is choiceless and free
‘I’ has no parents;
existence is its family tree,
breathtide its bridge to hallowed homeland
and Itself its sustenance
‘I’ has no history;
childhood and adulthood
yesterday and tomorrow –
all rest in its momentary eternity
‘I’ owns no experience;
no sorrow, no happiness, no hatred
no bliss, no blame, no freedom or burden
neither ignorance nor awakening
‘I’ is ever-innocent awareness
shining, shining as perfect presence
‘I’ is now!
‘I’ is this!
‘I’ is here!
(with a deep bow to a certain samurai warrior)