One Bright Pearl

as far as the eye can see
nothing to be seen
just this
not even this
ta ta ta…
.

bones of my ancestors
rattle with my every breath
wind turns chill
and the leaves of autumn scatter
guiding me toward a distant shore

this goes with the last post,,,
I’m not a pretend buddhist, sometimes I suffer.

this zazen
doesn’t belong to me
leaving it to itself
I don’t know what to think

There are times when I find that I am taken over by what Eckhart Tolle refers to as the ‘Pain Body’. It is during the onset, or attack, of deeply seated emotional pain that I am most vulnerable to slipping into unawareness. These memories, dormant energies trapped beneath my self concious, in the body proper, [...]

After years of practice something finally gave way. A shift occured that seemed impossible before, and in fact, extremely simple. It was as if a switch had been found, and yet had been there all along. Just waiting to be noticed by itself. Thinking dissolves instantly, and just this abides.
In the past couple of months [...]

It seems that the very attempt to integrate or understand my experience of Spaciousness is resistance to allowing the space to be.
Non-gaining can not accommodate integration.
Gain is loss. Loss is “Loss”. Loss is the Way.
I am Not.
Not. Not. Not.

To flow is not a river and is not time. It can be a raging torrent or a wall. Thinking about flowing, misses the mark but flows none the less. Flowing happens now. What is flowing ceaselessly. In the moment of flow it is not flowing. Turning around, it flows through innumerable kalpas throughout the [...]

Life is beautiful. Through grace I have found that all is taken care of. Everything under the sun and moon and stars gives continuously. My cup is full though I fill it not.
How is this I wonder? Feet on the ground, rooted, this moments paradox plays me. Where I experience suffering, deep pools of spaciousnees [...]

Everything that comes up
Is only temporary
Who knows
What thought comes next
Coming and going
An illusion that binds
No need to believe
these ephemeral vines
Resting here
Half a person
Knows nothing