Early Morning Note

I don't know who comes here , but it's early morning and something inside me is alive . Without knowing what it is , it is . What I call unknown is known yet remains openly silent without any doing on my part or on anybodies part . Is'nt that wonderful ? To see this is to just remain without any coming or going . Still it is here , in me , and in you and in all things , yet when we reach out to it , it is like water off a ducks back . Easy, yet if we try hard to understand it, it will cause strain and effort which just makes it hard to recognize . Who is to recognize cannot recognize cause he remains empty of recognition and in that recognition is no one .How this is , is like a clear vessel disappearing into the water it is holding . No outline can be seen - yet it is .

Mahasamadhi

Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate Bodhi Swaha !

Gone , Gone , Gone Beyond, Completely Gone Beyond Enlightenment, Hail!

Light of Lights

Embrace all beings, for we are One

-Chang Tzu-

Lights are lit For the benefit of all beings .

Many beings wish you well.

Many precious wishes are being sent to you.

You may not know it but they come in the silence.

Flames of healing serenity.

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Without A Trace

Like a golden flower of raindrops

This silence ever unfolding

Bird on a wing

Leaving no footprints

In the blue sky

I fly with you

I fly with you

Burn all the bridges behind

The sun never meets the moon

The river runs to the ocean

I'll only be drowned by you .

Just as the wandering mind

Is seeking for peace

In it's futility.

It is revealed to be

Like fish in a sea, so thirsty.

And just as the sun never comes and

Meets the moon,

The mind bows to give way

To the mystery.

The invitation is to

Fly like a bird to the sky,

Where you cannot see any trace of footprints.

They are left behind,

Now you walk without feet and fly without wings,

And the flowers shower.

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To The Gentle

Silent footfalls surround you
In the morning light your beauty
Shines it's light upon golden green.

An unmoving sign of beauty
An unmoving silent beauty
Touches me and you.

Resting Quietly
The space
Around us is touched
By the Untouched.
Gently a song arises ,
A joy, a flower, a jewel
Comes from listening
To the gentle.

The gentle
So gently
Meets
So it dances.

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