Is there an external problem
Without an internal counterpart?
Can we tell what is part
And what is whole?
Do we know where to search
For what we seek?
Do we know that what we know
Is only what we think we know?
Can we admit that we don’t understand
What is love?
Can we stop looking for refuge
In the answers
And instead
Stand in the discomforting presence
Of our questions?
Sit still
Watch…
As the tree and its leaves
Dance to the choreography
Of the wind.
Sit still
Listen…
And the hum of life-
The sound of its exchanges
Will fill up all of space.
Sit still
Just be…
And thoughts and memories
Will fall into the deep
Ocean of your mind.
Life is both
Presence and movement;
And movement,
I’ve come to see
Is the imagination of stillness.
I picked up the glass of water
A ring of residue remained
I wiped the surface
The table remained
I took away the table
The room remained
I took away the room
Its memory remained
I took away memory
Nothing remained.
Nothing had been there all along.
Wit. Wisdom. Wonder... 