Monday, May 09, 2005

Words

What am I doing with these words-
painting the dharma
like a lush foreign landscape
to be captured and conveyed
before seasons ending when
words will fail me and
the green garden fades?

In truth, I am not needed
nor does the way become more clear
because of me.
I am made more clearly, unfading,

from the way.
The dharma, unspoken, evergreen,

takes care of itself.

1 Comments:

Blogger Jon said...

I resonate.
"I am not needed,
nor does the way become more clear because of me."

No matter how many beings there are, the Ground of Being is still divine Mystery.

6:20 PM  

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