Opaque Stone

[Guest guest]

Running these hands,

THESE HANDS,

through the water in the stream,

every stone appearing opaque before,

now is translucent

by the Watery Kiss.

Somehow, some WAY,

i feel, i intuit myself

like those stones

lying in the water.

 

Each edge rounded out

or sharp in jaggedness,

it becomes clear

and smooth

and flowing

with the Touch of the Beloved Fluidity One.

Round becomes nearly perfect

in the circularity.

Sharp becomes a smooth,

kind of like a sweet halvah.

Jaggedness becomes the softest

silkiness there is.

What is this

that can do these things?

What kind of Wonderful Mystery-Maker

can do this?

Every experience into Life and Death -

 

All One Movement,

not moving,

yet always Movement.

The clear pool of Mind

ceases to ripple as much.

The only thing

that seems to do anything at all,

is this Heart, this Heart,

THIS Heart,

Brightening,

Breaking open

into some Unfathomable Joyousness.

 

How can this be?

To BE so Blissful for no reason,

for no reason at all

that i can even imagine.

Just this Clear-Falling over the Falls

of Awe.

Wonder

and Awe

and Bewilderment,

to Be, to BE.

i just cannot fathom this thing i am.

And when i ever do,

ever will,

ever even can,

i will never,

ever

be able to tell another.

So right now,

this moment,

THIS Moment,

i just want to spill into each Heart,

each listening Heart

who hears this,

who hears THIS -

 

This Water falling

 

from Light falling

 

from Light falling...

 

i Am Light

Falling everywhere,

Everywhere

as Everyone,

 

Lighting everything

as This,

This That We Are Now.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

[Guest guest]

Running these hands,

THESE HANDS,

through the water in the stream,

every stone appearing opaque before,

now is translucent

by the Watery Kiss.

Somehow, some WAY,

i feel, i intuit myself

like those stones

lying in the water.

 

Each edge rounded out

or sharp in jaggedness,

it becomes clear

and smooth

and flowing

with the Touch of the Beloved Fluidity One.

Round becomes nearly perfect

in the circularity.

Sharp becomes a smooth,

kind of like a sweet halvah.

Jaggedness becomes the softest

silkiness there is.

What is this

that can do these things?

What kind of Wonderful Mystery-Maker

can do this?

 

 

))))Every stone is light drilled down

wrapped in the amnesia shell

offered to the dream weaving

water, only to be worn down --

watered down to its quintessential

light, the light that wants to fall,

fall as the stone into the footprint of

Mr. Gone, the one who leaves no light,

weaves no stone unlit by the nothing-special

light of the singular emanation, the

source of itself as light, which is only

this bliss, appearing as opaque, translucent

silky jaggedness flowing into round smooth

sharpness, cutting a gash in the fabric of

dreaminess with the hardness of condensed light,

lying in water, given up to the watery light

from which it has never been divided, but only so dreamily

kissed. This is bliss, but it is the intangibility of

the space displaced by the forgotten footprint of Mr. Gone.

 

Every stone's dream is to fall into that footprint of Mr. Gone.

 

 

 

Every experience into Life and Death -

 

All One Movement,

not moving,

yet always Movement.

The clear pool of Mind

ceases to ripple as much.

The only thing

that seems to do anything at all,

is this Heart, this Heart,

THIS Heart,

Brightening,

Breaking open

into some Unfathomable Joyousness.

 

 

))))Most are tricked into this wonder,

only a few come here obediently.

Their obedience is the submission of

the Lover, the Lover who only lives to

please the Beloved.

Beloved Heart, this breaking open is

the Pleasure of the Water Master

Who would see such Joyousness brighten and burst up

through the surface layers of your dreaming

and swallow you whole, without a ripple left to

mark your disappearance from the rows of rocks

all waiting without reason for their number to come up.

 

 

 

 

How can this be?

To BE so Blissful for no reason,

for no reason at all

that i can even imagine.

Just this Clear-Falling over the Falls

of Awe.

Wonder

and Awe

and Bewilderment,

to Be, to BE.

i just cannot fathom this thing i am.

And when i ever do,

ever will,

ever even can,

i will never,

ever

be able to tell another.

So right now,

this moment,

THIS Moment,

i just want to spill into each Heart,

each listening Heart

who hears this,

who hears THIS -

 

This Water falling

 

from Light falling

 

from Light falling...

 

i Am Light

Falling everywhere,

Everywhere

as Everyone,

 

Lighting everything

as This,

This That We Are Now.

 

 

))))) "Every object and being in the universe is

a jar overfilled with wisdom and beauty,

a drop of the Tigris that cannot be contained

by any skin. Every jarful spills and makes the earth

more shining, as though covered in satin.

Those that stay and live by the Tigris

grow so ecstatic that they throw rocks at the jugs,

and the jugs become perfect!

They shatter.

The pieces dance, and water ...

do you see?

Neither jar, nor water, nor stone,

nothing."

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie & b

[Guest guest]

Hi Mazie,

Have you ever heard a rock (a large boulder type rock) Laugh?

The laughter is a long slow rumble

because rocks laugh very slowly.

 

Have you ever heard a rock Sing?

The songs they sing are best heard in running water,

in mountain rivelets.

 

Have you ever seen a rock walk?

I haven't either.

They do it when we are not looking.

 

And mountains walk.

When we ride the mountains,

they will take us with them

when they are walking.

But we must be very still and

not distract them.

 

John L.

 

[One can find lots of laughing rocks/boulders in Baja California high

in the Laguna Hanson Mountains. And I am sure in other places as

well.]

[Guest guest]

Thanks John L,

loved these thoughts.

Of course rocks talk. Mountains are oratorios of sound and slow motion.

love

eric

Hi Mazie,

Have you ever heard a rock (a large boulder type rock) Laugh?

The laughter is a long slow rumble

because rocks laugh very slowly.

Have you ever heard a rock Sing?

The songs they sing are best heard in running water,

in mountain rivelets.

Have you ever seen a rock walk?

I haven't either.

They do it when we are not looking.

And mountains walk.

When we ride the mountains,

they will take us with them

when they are walking.

But we must be very still and

not distract them.

John L.

[One can find lots of laughing rocks/boulders in Baja California high

in the Laguna Hanson Mountains. And I am sure in other places as

well.]

[Guest guest]

, "johnrloganis" <johnrloganis> wrote:

 

Hey John, enjoying yours & Mazie's words here ..

 

I was delighted to read your poem & just recently I had begun

checking out Dogen's 'Mountains & Waters Sutra'. I will share a tiny

bit.

> Hi Mazie,

> Have you ever heard a rock (a large boulder type rock) Laugh?

> The laughter is a long slow rumble

> because rocks laugh very slowly.

>

> Have you ever heard a rock Sing?

> The songs they sing are best heard in running water,

> in mountain rivelets.

>

> Have you ever seen a rock walk?

> I haven't either.

> They do it when we are not looking.

> And mountains walk.

> When we ride the mountains,

> they will take us with them

> when they are walking.

> But we must be very still and

> not distract them.

>

> John L.

 

"Mountains do not lack the quality of mountains.

Therefore they always abide in ease & always walk ..

 

Dogen

 

:-)

 

It's quite a difficult sutra

 

Col

 

>

> [One can find lots of laughing rocks/boulders in Baja California

high

> in the Laguna Hanson Mountains. And I am sure in other places as

> well.]

[Guest guest]

Hi Col,

 

, "pearlwhiterainbow" <white_rainbow@h...>

wrote:

> "Mountains do not lack the quality of mountains.

> Therefore they always abide in ease & always walk ..

>

> Dogen

 

Yet it is very green!

>

> :-)

>

> It's quite a difficult sutra

 

Not for the mountains! :-D

> Col

 

Namaste,

John L.