Ocean, water vapor, cloud, rain,
grass, cow, milk, ice cream.
All are part of the other.
None are without the other,
except in name.
Mishka, Francois, Arlene, Jose,
Alberto, Lao, Jagathi, Roy,
Simon, Ki, Marisol, Christy.
Deliver us from the evil
where ice cream comes from.
To breathe, one must stop talking.
To listen, one must stop hearing.
To see, one must stop looking.
And to be still, one must stop.
If you bend over to pick up
one more thing,
there will come that final thing which
causes you to fall down.
You will be able to rise again
only by letting go.
Do so, and live.
Hang on, and you will die rich.
You’ll be dead, with stuff.
Luke 23:9: Pilate questioned Jesus at length, but Jesus gave him no answer.
The stillpoint is where the dance leads to, and from whence it begins.
Jesus was not quiet so that others could answer for him;
he was quiet so that others would listen
And continue the dance.
I know something of the Buddha;
that means I know very little.
I am very knowledgeable about the Christ;
which means I know almost nothing.
The more I know
the less I understand
and that is the way it must be-
it is the way that the universe moves,
It is the way I learned to walk,
it is the way the moon caresses
and it is the only way I know to pray.
What I know, I become attached to.
And attachment ends movement.
What I am free of, I can be curious about:
I can learn more, seek more,
Beyond the colors of visible light,
beyond the sources of invisible light,
there is the source of all laughter.
It is the absurdity of not-knowing,
the unbelievability of that which has never
been believed before.
It is the wordless exclamation of
recognition which comes before understanding,
and of discovery which comes before expectation.
It is the sound that follows the statement,
“There are a hundred billion galaxies
each with a hundred billion stars,”
or which resounds when
the dog sticks his nose in a bowl of ice cream
and sneezes in your face.
Same laughter. Same source.
Same sound. Same resounding.
first there is a mountain
then there is no mountain
then there is
and after a million years it will be gone
and then there will be another
much like the one before
but not the same
and it will be gone, too
and there will be a final
before that which is
As Hafiz writes:
the sun has never said to the earth,
“You owe me.”
In perfect acceptance and
infinite balance, they are:
together, separate but one.
To upset that balance
is to contend with toxic oceans
and melting nuclear reactors
1, 2, 3, 4..
Whimpers of the end
are echoing and the
bills we have hidden beneath
piles of plastic
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