when thoughts cease

 

When the workings

of the mind are stirred, a reflection

of a bow may be mistaken for a serpent,

a large rock in the underbrush may be seen

as a crouching lion; here is all killing energy.

When thoughts cease, even the violent can

become gentle, the ordinary can be

elegant; everywhere you see

true potential.

 

Huanchu Daoren

 

love and truth

 

We sense that

there is some sort of spirit

that loves birds and animals and the ants —

perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you

in your mother’s womb. Is it logical you would be walking

around entirely orphaned now? The truth is you turned away

yourself, and decided to go into the dark alone. Now you

are tangled up in others, and have forgotten what

you once knew, and that’s why everything

you do has some weird

failure in it.

 

Kabir