the compassions of Thích Quảng Đức and Malcolm Browne
It’s not Me
that’s glorified in acts
of worship. It’s the worshipers!
I don’t hear the words they say. I look inside at
the humility. That broken-open lowliness is the Reality,
not the language! Forget phraseology. I want burning,
burning. Be friends with your burning. Burn up
your thinking and your forms of expression!
Moses, those who pay attention to ways
of behaving and speaking are one
sort. Lovers who burn are
another.
Do
you wish
to realize the Way?
Dissolve everything instantly,
like a drop of water
hitting a red-hot
coal.
Forget
thoughts and
feelings and ideas of self.
Remaining ordinary, foregoing airs,
persevering in simplicity for years
and decades, you enter
into the Oneness,
and it into
you.
