so simple, yet so seeming hard to accept:
there is nothing that is not It
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Unsayable
spring 1967 –
one night in the kitchen
two friends stand talking when . . .
words stopping the world.
emptiness . . .
light . . .
laughter . . .
words . . .
the world beginning again,
one night in the kitchen.
for GG
the peace that passeth understanding can’t be understood
no fruit of hard work,
but a gift from elsewhere:
absence deepening in presence
(with thanks to Mei Yao-Ch’en)
apparent contradiction . . . using words to end words
what can be said about the Unsayable?
there is only the One, which, as it happens, is empty
the Unsayable speaks for itself
the Unsayable when spoken is silence
since one can only be (is) and not observe the One,
nothing can be said about it, not even this
peace passing understanding is nothing of this world . . . and . . . is this world
peace in living doesn’t look like anything other than what is
at all times,
if you look, listen closely,
Nothing is happening
I keep wanting to do
yet all that I do
I don’t