The tools held at our disposal, by eastern traditions as well as systems from which they derive, do not open on any experience of transcendence…
But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For
There was something puzzled in me When you spoke, when you moved I would wait, further back, And then I understood. Your automatic cues, picked
Zazen : seeing DeathComing forth as inner eyes adjust. Zazen : agreeing to stay putAnd sit one-on-one with Life Singing in tune, at last,With what
May Knowledge descend in youAnd open you eyes, your heart and your mindWhen you’re least expecting it.Yet, make sure everything is ready to welcome it.
Identity is frothThose bubbles hypnotizeThe eyes of our being. They sparkle, fizzle,Agglutinate and burst. Wide, tranquil, emergency-freeThe heart-ocean does not change a thingTo its peaceful