that all things are empty
doesn’t mean that any thing
is other than it is
a thing is what it is
by virtue of how
we interact with it
drink up!
emptiness
valley wind stirs
long ago memories –
sunny day blues
heartache
floats…
in Nothingness
Happy emotions come and go, so do unhappy ones. These are, in themselves, not signs of suffering, potential or actual. They are signs of living.
Q: What is your original face before your parents were born?
A: No face now, no face then.
even the darkest clouds do not refute the sky
little to show for this life:
few things the world desires
the early summer sun cool,
light breeze empties passing thoughts
Growing older, my idleness perfects itself.
Morning I drink tea, afternoon gaze into empty clouds
drifting so slowly by they seem to last forever.
Reading poems, notebook at hand,
I capture one thought, then another
as they disappear into a silence without name.
Tranquil in this valley town, I savor passing time.
(with thanks to Po Chu-i)
existential emptiness: to be open for and to what appears
pine-top crow
gazes into distance empty,
flies off
spring rain –
sky, all gray light emptiness,
earth, flush emerald life
emotions come, then go,
nothing to do,
clouds always leave the sky
what if arising anger were no less “it” than meditative bliss?
content with the finger pointing, I no longer demand to see the moon
whether or not I ever see the moon . . . the finger pointing is enough
from emptiness we come,
to emptiness we go,
ho! ho! ho!