sitting Zazen
asking, What is this?
what is it that floats from the mind-heart
on a wave of Unborn Buddha Mind?
the first syllable of a word left to dissolve
or a brilliant small bird springing up,
green wings quivering.
the third eye opening,
what does it see?
a metta chant for all beings
for the tender inhalation of awakening
or a flood of tears, jagged and liberating
rolling to the beads of my mala
but there are no answers
only the gateless gate
there to step through time and time again
in Zazen.
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