Q: What is your original face before your parents were born?
A: No face now, no face then.
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emptiness
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 that has no name.
Tranquil in this valley town, I savor passing time.
(with thanks to Po Chü-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, flushes with 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!