Like Wind Through Bamboo~
Held in the silence of words- like wind through bamboo
The drum-skin taut with anticipation- notes sung true
They penetrate bone only when this mouth is closed
Can I understand my place without syllables and street signs?
Can I go beyond rigid syntax and diction?
God is not to be found in verbs and nouns
But in the spaces between sounds.
Yes! The spaces between the sounds.
The bardo- between the beats
Where thoughts break down and God is seen
Hold in your mind the greatest, largest,
Most powerful thing you can imagine
Now multiply that by the highest number you can imagine
And you begin to approach true stillness
Like wind through bamboo and truth held in the silence of words
We all wait for ourselves out beyond the reach
Of clumsy and cumbersome ego speech
So forge the wisdom-sword and cut through this tangle-reason-strangle
Set free this single one to join the uncountable All
That vibrates throughout...raw...so raw...
Primordial awe...
OM...the one sound free-found
Om resounds bound down deep underground
Deep in my eyes and ears and heart-pound
Pounding, unsounding
Setting free, sending me
To the All...the silent All
The full-filled, bursting, overstuffed, quiet All
May I surrender to you
Melt into you
Be ripped apart and killed by you
May this fleeting soul be blown by you
Like wind...ever flowing...
Through bamboo.
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