Here, In This Flow

The turtles go
out of their water
this time of year,

slow on roadways,
slow to mating
somewhere,

or slow to dates
with car tires.

No, there’s no
enlightenment–
there’s no one

there. (That’s
Buddhism 101
each day teaches.)

No, there’s no
virtue–
there’s no one

there. Only
being.

Lost in this
movement I rub
the cat’s head,

a black cat, a warm,
cloudy morning.

There’ no cat.
There’s no I. There’s

only purring,
this congeries
of movement

to movement–
to car tires,
to this ache

of loss
and fulfillment
in each instant.

There is
this flow
only to be

and savored.

"Talk about that moral arc of the universe that bends toward justice is metaphysical talk—theology—not ..."

#Charlottesville and Getting Real
"My tradition is Advaita Vedanta. Yoga is actually union with God. Advaita recognizes no duality ..."

To Whom It May Concern: the ..."
"The end question blew my mind. The answer somehow didn't making so much sense I ..."

#Charlottesville and Getting Real
"It’s interesting that you find in the Orient an early alternative to metaphysical dualism. I ..."

On the Suppression of Knowledge

Browse Our Archives

What Are Your Thoughts?leave a comment