Mental winds can be the consequences of a karmic swell.
The distance from which they come has long been inaccessible to our understanding.
The only thing we can do…the only way not to do anything is to understand this…
To see them for what they are.
A man of practice must keep in mind that,
Like all swells, they’ll vanish
So don’t throw crumbs of attention
When a sudden flock of seagulls
Gathers wildly round the cushion
And starts pecking seeds of tension
Distant echoes, violent swirls
Passing through, scraping skulls,
Shaking an organ, whipping a bone
Finally accepted as unknown.