Buddham sarinam gacchami.
Dammam sarinam gacchami.
Sangham sarinam gacchami.
I go for refuge to Buddha , Dharma and Sangha.
Through the virtues I collect
from giving and other perfections,
may I become a Buddha for the benefit of all.
How many years have I recited this formula of aspiration
waiting for wisdom, waiting for unequivocal truth ?
After taking refuge in the Truth of B-D-S,
time and again,
I landed in the no-place
of no-I, no-Buddha, and no-time.
This raft got nobody to the far shore;
more or less extinguished and utterly astonished.
More than three years after the upheaval, the journey continues.
The Buddha’s 2500 year old word’s provided such a sure guide along the way.
Now, this life lives
in this moment,
circumscribed by no-thing.
(except when it doesn’t)
This fragment cannot express how it loved the path the Buddha
( and those many who dutifully, lovingly followed after ) laid down;
a path paved by empty bricks.
Perhaps, no matter how reliable a path one has followed,
the written path ends , whilst the journey continues.
In this case, it certainly has.
Am adept at following signs.
Signs ran out.
Perhaps this mirrors what Krishnamurti referenced
as he timelessly stated
” Truth is a pathless land. ” (1)
This condition, highly wished for, meditated for and sought,
finally manifested after many years of practice.
What happened stretched beyond what mind had ever imagined.
No words delineate it.
No guideposts left,
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Raft photo from here: https://theconsciousprocess.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/raft.jpg
Space photo from here : <img src=”http://www.imaginator.me/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Vast-Expanses-Of-Thought-Mandala.jpg” width=”800″ height=”600″ class=”alignnone” />
Quote from J. Krishnamurti here: http://www.jiddu-krishnamurti.net/en/1929-truth-is-a-pathless-land