In your endless search
for enlightenment, the best course, the only course is to stop looking.
It may strike you,
unexpected or it may arise without your seeing as you continue your practice.
You say there are many Buddhas
and you are correct, but I say there is but one Buddha and I am also correct, and you are that one Buddha and I am that one Buddha as well.
A reflection on case 14 of the Book of Equanimity (SHôYôROKU 従容錄)
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The violinists’ laughter and tears
are flung from her flying bow, drip from his elbow, and wash over the stilled audience – we can taste the sea as we threaten to capsize.
The viola is the older brother
now steadying, now caught in the wave, riding its dizzying course, dragging us in its wake.
The cello is a torso, the cellist
a surgeon, her hands plucking small miracles from stretched gut, shouting for, then at, the still stunned gods.
must be smiling.
First Published in
Plain View Press, 2008. The Right to Depart,
As night settles
over our house
we slip beneath
the blanket and imagine
the day to come
in all of its promise.
By morning, reality
will set in and I will
awake to a day
reliant on us
to set its course,
a captain with
no chart and only
hope and compassion
to steer us through
the seas of unknowing.