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a quest for the Truth most likely ensnares, at worst enslaves
everything is impermanent, even this wish that it weren’t
the Tao,
immortal Way,
is no way
all talk of the Way
breaks the silence,
some with good cause
a way that becomes the way leads nowhere
the unsayable when spoken is silence
the notion of enlightenment obstructs transparent living (unless it doesn’t)
since one can only be (is) and not observe the One,
nothing can be said about it, not even this
the Truth of advaita is that there is no truth of advaita
post-modern advaita: too much talk about Nothing
having the truth blinds us to what is
the self arising at this moment can never see itself
you can neither know thyself nor no thyself
sometimes at night I
(not speaking, but spoken,
not singing, but sung)
wonder at words
bringing the world into being
“what is” is neither perfect nor imperfect, it simply is
not two — the interpreter and the interpreted
seekers seeking for a life other than their own
peace passing understanding is nothing of this world…and..is this world
peace in living doesn’t look like anything other than what is
whether or not I ever see the moon…the finger pointing is enough
if I am not this thought
or that thought,
I must be no thought
there is no end to acceptance or, perhaps better, to accepting
there is no path from here to here
dog waste underfoot is no less “it” than blossoms in hand
from emptiness we come,
to emptiness we go,
ho! ho! ho!
good days, bad days, indifferent days,
behind and between the thoughts –
silence and an accompanying light
you can’t find what’s here over there
at all times,
if you look, listen closely,
Nothing is happening
can the end of suffering mean the end of pain (and, less happily, pleasure)?
what does it mean to say that all things are possible in God?
how can you get somewhere you already are?
all things are as they are and could not otherwise be
I keep wanting to do
yet all that I do
I don’t
