Seeing


is it Buddha
that glistens
or the seeing?

falling leaves
thoughts disperse
no-place

ah! what relief
attention reversed
finding no-thing

mind is rain
falling nowhere
eternal downpour

I am lost
in your baby eyes
innocent gaze

perfect sickness
aware space
watching 'as is'

a butterfly
is awareness
flitting within

cicada calls
drawing attention
back home

the black cup
resplendently
empty

looking here
no-one's found
except you

the forest is full
of chanting voices
and yet still...

this old body
sprouts into
the ageless

a face stares
from a puddle
at nothingness

the lizard
is stillness
manifest

Cacophonous
Noises arise
In silence

we merge
in the presence
of your face

back and forth
walking
in eternity
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