All things return to the One.
To what does the One return?
The Spring Geese are flying north.
Korean Zen Master Mang Gong (19th c)
After three days on a backyard porch in South Carolina,
Staring at the trees, the trees, the trees,
Listening to the lapping of a Roman fountain,
Cardinals flitting in the branches:
I notice now
The oaks and chestnuts around my Missouri cabin
Are actually my best friends,
Not just providers
Of leafy shade and litter.
As the water rose and splashed,
Deliciously out of the pinecone finial,
Trailing rivulets into three bowls of growing abundance,
So our circle of friends
(Pineal glands overflowing),
Were drawn around the fountain of emptiness,
Into the mysterious maelstrom.
A group hug so soft, there was no terror
In disappearing into the One,
Bodies transparent to the autumn breeze.
( October 14, 2019)
Funny miracle addendum:
I send this song to you. It came on every time my cell phone in Columbia synced with the Bluetooth in my rental car (so I could hear the Googlemap directions). It had never done this before and it did it the whole time I was in Columbia and even in my own car on the way home from Kansas City. It kept repeating, too, and I could not find a way to stop it. I did not have a pod player or music utility on—so I could not turn one off!
Awakeness sent it, and was insistent that I hear it and apparently that I send it to all of you.
It’s apparently “our song.” Or at the very least it speaks for me to “ya’ll” wherever you are. Personally I did not come back. Still there on the porch overlooking the sea.
I took my Mysticism class out today to sit under the trees in the campus “Sunken Garden.”
I bow to myself in each of You.
~Lloyd the Void
When Lloyd is not busy Voiding, he pretends to be a long-term follower of The Living Method who lives in Missouri.