Look, it’s spring. And last year’s loose dust has turned into this soft willingness. The wind-flowers have come up trembling, slowly the brackens are up-lifting their curvaceous and pale bodies. The thrushes have come home, none less than filled with mystery, sorrow, happiness, music, ambition.
And I am walking out into all of this with nowhere to go and no task undertaken but to turn the pages of this beautiful world over and over, in the world of my mind.
* * *
Therefore, dark past,
I’m about to do it.
I’m about to forgive you
this ‘everywhere’ and this ‘everything’ in exchange for this
‘nowhere’ and this ‘nothing.’
Never mind if you cannot fathom this nothing,
for I love it surely so much better.
It is so worthwhile in
itself that no thinking about it will do it justice.
One can feel this nothing more easily than see it,
for it is completely dark and hidden to
those who have only just begun to look at it.
Yet to speak more
accurately, it is overwhelming spiritual light that blinds the soul that is experiencing it,
rather than actual darkness or the absence of physical light.
Who is it then, who is it then, who is calling it ‘nothing’?
Our outer self, to be sure, not our inner.
Our inner self calls it ‘All’,
for through it he is learning the secret of all things,
physical and spiritual alike,
without having to consider every single one separately
on it’s own.
~ The Cloud of Unknowing with thanks to The Beauty We Love and Bill Lindley
“Broken and broken
again on the sea,
the moon so easily mends”
Birth, old age,
Sickness, and death:
From the beginning,
This is the way
Things have always been.
Of release from this life
Will wrap you only more tightly
In its snares.
The sleeping person
Looks for a Buddha,
The troubled person
Turns toward meditation.
But the one who knows
That there’s nothing to seek
Knows too that there’s nothing to say.
She keeps her mouth closed.
~ Ly Ngoc Kieu
translated by Thich Nhat Hanh and Jane Hirshfield
The earliest known woman writer of Vietnam,
she was a Zen Buddhist nun in the eleventh century.
Born a princess, she became a nun after being widowed.
Thank you, Dean @ The Beauty We Love