I’d like to invite you to sit down
for just one minute,
and not entertain one thought.
Can you do that?
Can you feel the coolness
that wafts through your entire
when you stop thinking?
Not “stop … and”
not “stop … then”
not “stop … so that”
but just stop.
Everything you’ve ever longed for
is waiting for you
in that pause.
The cogs and gears of the “me project”
grind to a halt.
The engineers maintaining the scaffolding of the self
take a smoko.
The universe itself sighs,
so gladdened to see an earth angel
hold the claws of thought apart
for even one minute.
And every cell in your always-fully-awake body
lights up with a smile: “Now, at last,
we can bow before our own experience
and dance our destiny!”
You can do it.
It’ll only take a minute.
One thought-free minute equals one minute of full wideawakeness
or, one minute of intimacy with what the Buddha knew.
(Did you know that?)
You just need to want to meet the Truth of your life
more than you want to entertain a thought about it.
[entertain: v.t. Maintain (correspondence, discourse) Concise Oxford Dictionary]
Calligraphy by Jakusho Kwang, Roshi
Well hello there Disappointment! You’ve been on my mind of late. I’ve been reflecting on how your gracious appearances in my life were usually both misunderstood and unappreciated. And I reckon I owe you an apology. It’s a bit late coming, but since you are surely impervious to expectation I doubt that will bother you too much.
This morning these words lined up unbidden. They made me smile; I thought you might like to read them.
your thumping Grace opened up
a view without a viewer
a life without an agenda
a heart at home in its hallowed holiness
your diamond-edged scalpel
shaved clean the fluff and fantasy
excising my every erudite question
leaving no trace –
not even a shadow of ‘understanding’
a phantom could claim as ‘I am’
or even I am not
you turned me towards your ruthless kindness
revealing every betrayal and abuse
every heart-break and aching longing
to be an instant portal
to the eye-popping Knowing
that is unknowable
beyond, so utterly beyond,
where every word is empty, hollow, meaningless
and all there is to do is giggle
at this glorious ever-unfurling
are you not the supreme guide and guru?
is there a faster track to seamless intimacy
with the everyday world of multiplicity?
could there be a greater blessing than your quiet interest
in our stumblings towards the light?
oh have me so completely
that true vulnerability is birthed
. . .
Image: Johannes Vermeer: A Lady Writing, detail.
Source – Artmight.com
I keep on checking
but I always fail to find
a ‘within’ or ‘out there’
apart from thoughts in mind
so how can I ‘go within’
to ‘nurture’ the Immeasurable
or ‘cultivate’ it in the world
when ‘world’ and ‘me’ are inseparable?
if there’s no ‘there’ out there
(and this isn’t hard to see)
the buck stops right here
in this matrix called ‘me’
with nowhere to go
and nowhere to hide
no inner, outer, higher or lower
the heart can open wide
can kiss each wondrous moment
with a love that can’t be taught
the only way you’ll stop it
is to entertain a thought
Sculpture: Meditating Woman by Dorothy Frankel