QUESTION:

What I learned from the Dorje Dradul
Is fading daily from my mind.
Like my father’s face, I remember his face.
Like my mother’s voice I remember him say:
“The phenomenal world becomes the guru.”


All the words:
Buddha, Dharma, Sangha;
Body, Speech, Mind;
Are the echoes of craving permanence.
There is no practice.

Immersed in phenomena.
Moment follows moment, rises, falls
Unlinked
Surrendering.

Gone
In a vast, all-engulfing night-bright flow
That has no name or substance, method, goal, origin or end
Edge or core.

If this needs a name,
Time would seem the least misleading word,
And, of course, True Love.

Carrying us away,
Moment to moment, carrying us and all. away,
Not moving.