Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Discourse on Discourses

Searching for place,
grasping at forms,
venerating saints:
a waste of time.

Undifferentiated singularity,
free from subject and object,
apart from either, or and more:
this is streaming reality.

Plotted on no map,
this stream defies cartography,
a being different for every being:
do not ask for a guide.

There is no teaching,
there is no sage;
there is no mind,
there is no void.

You never heard me,
for I did not speak;
I would tell you to leave,
but you were never here.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

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