Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Effacement, Relinquishment, Without a Trace

     The Buddha was called the Trackless One, leaving no trace, no footprints, like birds flying across the sky.

     As Emptiness constantly bubbles up into Form, emerging, emerging, emerging, all Compounded Things constantly return to Emptiness, leaving without a trace, relinquishing their individuality, all of it effaced. Everything a verb, a process in motion.

     There is no place to seek the mind:
     it is like footprints of the birds in the sky     from a Zen poem by Zenrin Kushu

Amy Dunlap

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