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The Heart Sutra

There is no practice, way, or path,No future place, no lingering past,Nothing is real, and nothing dream;Everything that is, just seems,and is connected but still freeto think with selfish vanityThat by itself it came to be. What folly, to imagine … Continue reading

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Not So Empty

Emptiness is form; nothing has nothing in it, like air in a jar. Saying the jar owns that air is a foolish way to think. Form is emptiness; nothing has something to it that is not alone. Thinking one jar’s … Continue reading

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When It Comes

When it comes, the night don’t know no difference: right and wrong and that thin line in between. In the dark, you just watch for the lightning. All the rest? Doesn’t matter what you mean. Simple truths in the shadows … Continue reading

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Something Else to Find

So, on the back of ancient drooling time, whose wrinkled brow reflects an aeon’s span, we ride like barnacles with some great whale, our presence raising neither pain nor care, and taste the salty froth of cresting waves, as if … Continue reading

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Space Between Breath

What still remains when words have run their course, and soundless, lay exuberant and spent beyond the realm of sound? What is the source that waits between each breath, self-evident for just the briefest moment, as the lull when one … Continue reading

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No Surprise This Morning: an alba or aubade

That morning comes again is no surprise; the laws of physics have not been withheld, nor has the motion of the planets, if those laws are merely whims, been held at bay. No vengeful demons or vain deities have paused … Continue reading

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I Once Folded Space and Time

I once folded space and time and made it from Memphis to Jackson in less than two hours by imagining myself lifting the road folding the blacktop making sure the lines met up letting them blur together into one keeping … Continue reading

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