I find the light easily
I just open my eyes
And listen
It is the grey world of the mundane
Which confounds my seeking
Where everything which casts a shadow
Seems lighter than the darkness
It is the grey world of the mundane
Which confounds my seeking
Where everything which casts a shadow
Seems lighter than the darkness
Not because I think I am important
Or I have something important to say
It’s just the way the words come
And I’m just fine with that
While I sit
High upon the hilltop
Feeling the breeze
Wash over me
Is not proportioned
By the difficulty of obtaining it
But is informed
By the quality of attention I offer it
An anachronism
A paradox
To a Westerner
Like me
I take a breath, breathing in the magical divinity of existence
I remind myself
To love and revere every being
Every living thing as if
Each were a god or bodhisattva
When the unimaginable
Becomes reasonable
Imagination soars