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