No self,
No mind,
No ‘me’,
No ‘you’.

No hope,
No goal,
No gain,
Just sit.

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Quiet house aronund me,
Sound of water in the distance.
Birds sing softly out the window.
I sit and let the “now” just be.

The sound of thunder
From a summer storm,
I gently touch
And let it go.

The scent of cooking
From my mother’s kitchen,
I gently touch
And let it go.

A miriad lights reflected
On a river from my childhood,
I gently touch
And let it go.

I sit and breathe,
A simple witness
To a thousand thoughts,
And let them go.

A gentle breeze,
A flutter of leaves,
The sound of running water
In the distance.

A fleeting moment
Gone before we notice,
Our whole life,
an instant.

Felling the sun
Warming up my skin,
I open my eyes
And fill them with now.

Exactly when was it that I forgot?

Can I still recall?

The old sword is asleep
While the armor rusts away in silence.

I sit… and I remember.

Birth, death,
Calm and stillness,
Movement and change,
Never and now.

Everything flows,
Everything crumbles,
Reassembles itself,
Always, and never the same.

Sitting in the early morning light,
Smell of incense floating in the air.
Wooden Buddha smiles in front of me.

As the bell chimes I open my eyes.
Calm and present, I return the smile.

How real is reality when a green cyclops can surprise us in a busy street?