(Starting from a dream and ending up at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art.
In the dream I was divested of belongings, at LACMA I felt like I had collected all the belongings in the world.)
My friend,
it is
Neither
the road
nor the dust
Neither the temple
nor the pilgrim
Neither the floor
nor the kneeling
Not the rice
not the bowl
Neither the sweat
nor the body
Neither the breath
nor the spirit
No temples
No vessels
No vestments.
There are no paths to sacred places.
Feed the Prasad
to the feral cats
and dogs.
Take tea
from the
young women.
Lay your head
upon the stone pillow.
Stop
thinking
about
the
young
women.
Neither
the sleeper
nor the dream
Nor ocean earth or infinite sky
The Rockies may crumble
Gibraltar may tumble
they’re only made of clay,
but...
Neither
the Buddha
nor
the Dharma
Neither Richard,
nor you,
my
good
friend.
It
is
No Idea
No
Thing
but
All or Nothing at All...
Rest
and
Be Kind
…
Monday, February 4, 2008
