of self and the ground

Do you think i know what i am doing?

That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself?

As much as a pen knows what it’s writing,

or the ball can guess where it’s going next.

 -rumi

 

from the ground of ignorance

the tree of self grows

deeply rooted

in the pond of murkiness

the lotus of clear light

settles to reveal

-vm 

 

 

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