dharma of the day #7

be not fixated on perceived goals

whatever they may be

be thankful for the presents

already in your hands

 

the grass in the field next

is the same as this one

why peer ever longing over fences

when you already have bounty?

 

constant measuring with scales

makes cataracts for the eyes

the milky vision of which

is blinding to the awesome now

in all its magnificence

 

live mind-full and aware

of your state of being

for this can dress reality

in unfamiliar clothes

which do not actually fit

 

seek only the mountain stream

of clear and quenching calm

as fluid as a virgin brook

into which no palms have entered

be as nascent as a five year old

and as full of wonder

 

put aside the prison of pettiness

and soar on eagle’s wings

stretch out your being

so as to encompass

all the universe

 

learn the meaning of one

for you are one

and should you choose to see

you might be at one with all

all boundaries are constructs of mind

 

learn to ebb and flow

seek out the rhythm

and tap your toes to it

drum your fingers

feel the pulse of Dao in your veins

 

drop your shoulders

relax for the yoke of apparent burden

is what weighs you down

are you an Ox tethered in life

or a magnificent adventurer?

 

from time to time seek out silence

for there will you find treasure

amidst all the hubris

and hidden under leaves

to know silence intimately, enlightens

 

silence is a candle

which flickers in the core

to touch such as this

brings hints of eternity

with which to beautify the mundane

 

embrace silence, it is a friend

and most of all, a teacher

listen to his whisper

for he has much and nothing

to tell you

 

and when you hear nothing for

the very first time

you will be amazed and in awe

it is my wish for you

that you will hear the chimes

of nothing, profoundly

 

for this is the naked canvas

upon which you might paint

the tapestry of your life

full of sound, colour and movement.

 

Nothing to Defend

Smart people are sure

because they know

that surety, sometimes, smarts

 

A grain of rice

might fill, in time,

an entire paddy field

 

The blind touch rice

for their eyes, see,

their fingers, know

 

A grain has no castle

no ramparts, high

simply it is, grain

 

No fence, nor barricade

even an open palm

cannot enclose it

 

For it is so very small

and no angry fist

can it, tightly grip.

 

It pretends not

to the four of winds,

no husks anymore

 

It says simply

pierce me because,

I am not here

 

I have no point

upon which to stand

oh, so very, defiant

 

I am a grain

I am nothing

and yet, I am a beginning.