“You will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you what you can never learn from schoolmasters.” ~St. Bernard of Clairvaux
Don't veer from the razor's edge. The grit of your bondage is the gravel path to liberation. Be instantly enlightened through whatever you deeply observe. In the bond of each sensation, be the unbounded witness.
The merest soundsmelltouchtasteglitterblink is your Guru's countenance. Whatever jaggedness of space or shrapnel of time arises before you this instant is the Mandala of Supreme Awakening. Bow down your nose, iris, fingertip, tongue. Eternity is over, you're ready for a moment on earth.
Through a dewdrop on a spider's web, enter the temple of intergalactic diamond emptiness. Pass through frog croak, wand of fading lavender, Autumn musk of deflated tomato in the ruined garden. The portal to the miraculous is a toadstool.
Your atoms ever-perishing, breath, marrow, brain cells ever-perishing, your hopes and memories ever-perishing, let all forms be as they are, ever-perishing. Yet this "ever" is deathless.Now you hear the heron shriek, flapping away over withered cattails, and your heart erupts with the uncreated laughter that created the world. Your exhalation is the whole sky. As tears without circumference stream down your cheek, you bathe your mother, your father, all your relations for seven generations past and to come, in waves of astonishment.
Photo by Donna Kennedy. Collage by Rashani Réa
using words from one of my poems.
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