SITTING ON CUSHION

Sitting on cushion,

I am Buddha

I am Kuan Yin.

Buddha,

Kuan Yin are me.

I am everyone who has gone before.

I am everyone yet to be.

Smiling…knowing….

I

Am not.

Prasad Michele Purdy

CONDITIONED ARISING

Imagine how long you have been
Becoming,
Riding the ever-revolving
Cycle of existence
To be revealed as a flower,
Rock,
Cloud,
Or a wolf,
The Dharmakaya reflected in her eyes.


Each particle of wolf, cloud, rock, flower,
You
Was spewn out of our
Ancient, spinning sun
As conditions arose and ripened
With the momentum
Of the great,
Ponderous
Wheel.


Moving,
Becoming,
Being born and dying,
Flower and you,
Empty phenomena rolling on
Inseparable from the whole,
Moving and becoming
Again.

Thich nu Tinh Quang

TAT TVAM ASI

तात त्वं असी

Throughout the ether I have been.
Before time;
Since the Beginning;
Before the Beginning.
I am the Void.

I am sunbeams
Glancing off the rain drops,
And melodiously intertwined notes in music.
Twin stars;
A dividing cell;
Molecules dancing in gaseous material,
The lonely call of the loon in A Thunder storm.

Clay,
the potter,
the pot,
the emptiness
And the fullness of the pot,
I am.

Provider of food
And the food,
I am the cook and the
Act of eating.

You will find me as the largest Galaxy of space,
Or as the smallest molecule of Space between the Galaxies.

I am the reflection in your Mirror.
See me.

See yourself.

Thich nu Tinh Quang

AUTUMN

Letting go,

Of flowers and a gardenful of leaves.

Hummingbird feeders on the shelf.

Ah,

The change of season.

An everchanging collage of

Colours and shapes.

I see through forests.

I am those changes.

Be still and be present.

Watch the sun set and the sun rise.

Silent, as the birds watch

The day gone by.

Jeselina Ruska