Leaving anything in front
Humanity does not pass through phases as a train passes through stations...being alive, it has the privilege of always moving yet never leaving anything behind. Whatever we have been, in some sort we are still.
-C.S. Lewis, The Allegory of Love
Do you have the patience to wait
till your mind settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving
till the right action arises by itself?
-Tao Te Ching
The only way is that in front of you,
Be skilful, plant out the bottom of the manger.
What can you be transplanting, or still who?
Is giraffting desolation my only way to peace and joy?
O Job longsuffering, no past events in inner life,
no future expectations - all flows from that very moment when you dear, when you are
scraping your sores, which just have been transferred, you did not feel,
you missed the moment again.
Since no other fictitious possibilities
this is your way in, front, within of you along your itchy skin.
Do you have the patience to wait
No pain, or pity, or suggestions
for clouds in the sky falling to pieces -
can we divine the following form ?
no one who could suggest the movement of wind rose,
while anyone can join the sudden space - between,
We, yet should we catch the moment??
My praise to Wise and Lucky Ones!
I am still alive and did not hide myself
none of any blessid seconds of my Life. Here I am full of IT
and I am empty... Are they going to serve me later in the heaven that in front?
What am I asking for? This is no matter, just reflections.
Crumbly clouds that before me
what are they going to be? Do they suggest?
Does wind suggest? The Rose knows.
You may look upwards, at least
try to find their echoes in the water -
my way… so, no stop! - no way!
no fixed form, no past, no future, no home.
and seems I am led but wish to dwell
in the odd room of my house with distant clouds,
prone till the last action arises by itsel.
Edited of 16 June, 2003