Rise to Emptiness
Fall to Nothingness
To rest in-between Nothing and Empty,
Is to become No body.
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The weight of my meditation cushion
Is the thoughts I bare while sitting.
I float away,
Float away
As mind stuff leaks out
Into the infinite now.
In solitude,
The past and future
Would deafen my peace
If not for the muting
Ability of the timeless present
In my being,
I learn to touch heaven,
And earth,
With the same finger of Awareness.
I walk around lugging my meditation cushion and mat,
Sitting everywhere.
I suppose that makes me a walking, sitting fool.
Till the ground of the mind,
Examine the seed of all thoughts.
Nourish their growth,
Uproot them,
Cut them down,
Ignore them.
All these choices are
In the hands of Stillness,
The master gardener.
I take my mind out
And put it in my pocket.
Finally!
I can walk around more mindfully.
