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He who would rest in
perfect peace
must know the nameless name
whence all things rise
and bloom and cease
returning whence they came.
~ Tao
.
What IS this “nameless name”?
The echoes whisper and scribbler scribbles …
.
The wild wideawake
knowingness
that can never be known.
The brilliant light of
awareness
that has never been lit.
The perfect present
suchness
that can never be escaped.
The vastness of unimaginable
You
before you are labeled and defined.
~
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now
awareness
flooded with lorrikeet-language,
with crow-craw and the chatter
of feathered friends
this
twinkling, sunbright morning
whitewashed sky
behind gold-tipped gums
here
on my cushion, sleepy-eyed
body breathing in and out
immersed in an ommm-ing ocean:
creation’s nameless name
~
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dull grey sky this morning
its eyelids are heavy
perhaps it will weep
~
brain is singing its song –
its silvery silence, in harmony
with the aum-m-m-m-m-m-m…
in the heart
nameless name
voiceless voice
unstruck chords
celestial silence
Life is a singing beatland
~
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I have (re) turned to face the faceless
and find myself
absorbed
I can write letters from home
but cannot again
depart
don’t look for me in my story
I am not there
nameless
is my unspeakable name
and all stories
happen
in this that I is
~
(Previously posted at http://thisunlitlight.wordpress.com)
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anything to report?
only apparent things apparently reported
by an apparent reporter to an apparent reader
since one apparent thing
is as good as another:
pigeons coo and bob
shadows flicker and fade
sun burns into the dawn
hand writes unthought words
thoughts think it’s miraculous
bum numbs on scrawny zafu
chuckling chuckles…
and inseparable from the display of appearances
something unknowable yet known
the nameless name
is omnipresent
~
echoes from emptiness 