no longer working to get free
(or fix or heal or please)
no longer needing to understand
how any of this is possible
not to mention
knowable
I rest
entirely wrapped
in wonderment
Photo by ml:
A recently completed small work, a candle, my mother’s ashes, a daffodil, an apple and a magic arrow
2021 covid lockdown, Aotearoa New Zealand
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God came to visit
she snuck in as a ‘flu bug
oh – what an honour!
–
xxx
resting in retreat:
with no idea of ‘body’
can illness be found?
–
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gutted and legless
I’m utterly emptied out
(love loves a vacuum)
Image: Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (1864-1901), Seule 1896.
Oil on cardboard. H. 31; W. 40 cm
© RMN-Grand Palais (Musée d’Orsay)
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The Great Way isn’t difficult
– nor is it easy
aspiring to walk it
one hobbles oneself
better to sit down now,
rest your tired feet
and with a sweet sigh soak up
The Great View
~
The Great Way by Sengstan (Third Zen Patriarch)
277
Dull sky draped over grey and textured sea.
A couple of early fishing boats buzzing about stalking their prey.
Palm fronds quiet, enjoying a rare rest on this storm-pregnant dawn.
Do you favor the ‘neti-neti’ (not-this, not-this) path or are you inclined towards the ‘yes-yes’ (yes to everything) approach to Truth?
I found out that it makes no difference what path one ‘signs up’ for or what one practices. Once the source of all your utterances is given space, silent unknowable knowingness is laid bare.
And IT couldn’t care less what path you take, or how diligent your practice might be; IT is utterly unaffected.
Rest. Relax. Release.
Returning to suchness is peace.
Ahhhhhh …
~
echoes from emptiness 