Path of no-mind.
The way without a way.
Walking,
I return to where I began.
No compass,
no seeking.
The present is enough.
The beginning is the end.
I see my sorrow,
cradled soft, it drifts away.
The world feels lighter.
Fluttering in the air,
embracing the elements.
Joyful, graceful,
transforming
into happiness.
Tulip dancing,
wind passes, past drifts.
Rooted in earth,
it trusts the sun.
Blooming,
fading,
transforming
yet always complete.
A tear of sorrow.
I face it,
hold it gently,
as I would a child.
In stillness,
the sorrow softens,
compassion blooms.
By healing myself,
the world
is touched by light.
Dark clouds of thought arrive.
Breathing in,
breathing out
I let them drift.
The darkness fades,
light appears
Space
where all begins.
Room to open,
room to rest,
room to change.
Space
where all returns.
Through deep listening,
a quiet space arises.
The heart opens,
compassion flows.
Light touches,
peace remains.
I listen to my suffering,
hold it tenderly.
Entering deeply,
it transforms,
a weight turning to light.
In release,
peace appears.