The mind is only a bridge
from the silence of the watching cat,
the silence of the opening flower,
the silence of a cloud on the mountain,
to the silence that knows
itself without thought.
If you have crossed over
to the radiant shore of meditation,
don't carry this bridge on your back.
Move like a fallen leaf
in the breath of Autumn,
touching the earth, but just
barely.
Photo: AP /The Quincy Herald-Whig, Phil Carlson
to the radiant shore of meditation,
don't carry this bridge on your back.
Move like a fallen leaf
in the breath of Autumn,
touching the earth, but just
barely.
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