ORIGINAL JOY AND BEING
IS WITHOUT THINKING AND WORDING…
THE LIVING SILENCE OF A TREE, WORDS AND THINKING…
THE LIVING SILENCE OF ALL
5:35 AM - 7/18/15
only that it meets us where we are
and does not leave us where it found us.
Look not behind you, lest you define yourself by dreams that once existed.
Look not forward, lest you abandon the moment in your goal-oriented haste.
For it is in the moment,
intimately experienced through the eyes of a child,
that it is found.
. Remain sitting at your table and listen.
You need not even listen, just wait.
You need not even wait,
just learn to be quiet,
still and solitary.
And the world will freely offer itself to you unmasked.
It has no choice,
it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can’t be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.
Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.
The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.
I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.
The moment scatters.
I stay and go: I am a pause.
We are living in an eternal now,
and when we listen to music we are not listening to the past,
we are not listening to the future,
we are listening to an expanded present