leaf bodhisattvas
the evanescent snow of november, quiet as an afternoon shifting imperceptibly toward dusk. a veil of vanishing snowfall and shadow now hides, now reveals the half-clothed, intimate trees, scattered still with the colors of sunset, of waning, the forest a woman made more beautiful through modesty. how demure is late autumn. how ardently, with what passionate and rich-hued splendor, does the landscape hasten toward barrenness. both fervor and calm are contained within this vibrant simplicity, this reduction -- a plainness that is the unfettered exuberance of Joy, silent and profound. the november stillness of root and sap; the illusion of dormancy.
we follow the season in its litany of losses. it is a meditation on grace and absence: the hush of night and monasteries, the welcoming gesture of open hands and empty vessels, the undressing of a lover, the austerity of cold. a self-renewing bliss fills the unfilled spaces. endeavor without expectation. intention without attachment.
shortening days bring diminution in all things. the singular and fervent focus of Love seeks to reunite all with itself, to abandon the falseness of images, to unbecome. in these ways do forms reveal Formlessness: they are the light, the heat, the ash, and the smoke that exist through and evince the flame. amidst the autumn ashes, the brilliance of trees turned bare and soot-grey, we go searching for fire.
we follow the season in its litany of losses. it is a meditation on grace and absence: the hush of night and monasteries, the welcoming gesture of open hands and empty vessels, the undressing of a lover, the austerity of cold. a self-renewing bliss fills the unfilled spaces. endeavor without expectation. intention without attachment.
shortening days bring diminution in all things. the singular and fervent focus of Love seeks to reunite all with itself, to abandon the falseness of images, to unbecome. in these ways do forms reveal Formlessness: they are the light, the heat, the ash, and the smoke that exist through and evince the flame. amidst the autumn ashes, the brilliance of trees turned bare and soot-grey, we go searching for fire.