Incompleteness

In Zazen, all my incompleteness passes, without hurting me
The once lamentable, leaves an evanescent trace,
In a boundless landscape,

They can wane and vanish,

The instant that carries Zazen is the instant of completeness,
The instant in which our sitting sails,

Deploys great confidence in incompleteness.

©FJ September 2022
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2 commentaires

  1. So you are saying you sense a form of fulfilment in your practice?

    Or that you recognise and can be at peace with the lack of perfection (which I assume to be, more or less, a synonym for incompleteness – though you may correct that interpretation)?

    Or that you, somehow, touch your… « greater self », perhaps?

    J’aime

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