presence, stillness, purity, enlightenment, here is the dhyana.
Thoughts evaporated, parties, parties as clouds.
When thoughts are no longer generated,
The three worlds cease to appear.
illusions no longer produced,
Ganges back to its source,
countless grains of sand are gone,
Brahma himself forgets his own name.
The wheel of samsara is Still,
Birth and death are forgotten.
That Time dissolves into space,
Or it is a concept without substance
This question does not rise
In keeping pacified.
How could one live in the moment,
As of today we hear profess
When nothing was, is, nor ever will be?
Sitting, lying, standing,
The effect of close attention,
Prajnas kills germs illusory productions.
When thinking stops, time stops,
is emptiness.
Karma is ten thousand lives, they say,
Purified.
When the fundamental nature is recognized,
unborn, timeless
How could we just talk
From original face?
impermanent, impermanent is this world
Instant is the flower,
melancholy thought,
Immense sadness.
Even within the sadness
Subtle is the profound joy,
Immense is the wisdom and calm,
Unfathomable is the wisdom still.
From South of the Clouds,
two oceans Editions, 2001.
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