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This

Ever stop to ask how this is conjured?

The amazing thing is that there is no secret, no trick at all.

Just see through and through.

Don’t You Know?

If you gazed full force at the source of light, don’t you know, it would run to seek cover behind the clouds, still shining, still sustaining, emanations from where (inside? out?) -

bright bright bright

All You See

All you see:

light

What’s The Problem?

The sun does not procrastinate or grumble when it is time to provide you light.

It has no problem being what it is, enacting itself through performance.

And you?  What problem can you possibly have just being you?

Who is the true you?

It’s the one without the least scintilla of opposition anywhere in the vast universe.

Light

Seriousness can be a dark tunnel.

Another way: to make light of things.

Without Preferences

One without preferences has no need of pretense.

Seeing Through A Ghost

You can only see a ghost when it is set against a field of other ghosts.

A ghost all by itself

isn’t,

leaving what is.

Spring Thaw

In fog
the peel of a bell
birdsong
settles
deep
these mud grabbing
boots.

Sound fog
fade
never entirely
the thick steps
of wet earth warming
us
not letting go.

Some think
spring is in winter’s
undoing
the tears
of ice to water
the first robin

But the opaque milk of ice
melts
to transparence
what is
without veil.

Too interplays
of bell and bird
traverse expanses
still
denying distance.

Just so
their notes
seep fervent recesses
of crystalline frost
and rich dark compost
birthing the lotus.

Just so
each ice-slipped
mud-stuck
step
springs forth
all our seasons . . .

Sirens

Things separate from self are sirens of desire, lack and fear.

Without self, there are simply songs.

Redundant

A redundant phrase: ‘suffering self’.

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