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finally, I am made aware
of the river's intention

to go down
into the lowest places on earth
to be brought up again
into the clouds

so I flow
I surrender

finally made aware
that I am comprised of water

Who breathes through me?
What arouses the pines to whisper,
the ocean to roar,
the multitude of massive Suns
suspended in the the vast, measureless black space beyond?

I ask myself,
"Who am I?"

I am talking to myself.

I ask the pines, the sea, the sky,
and the measureless black space beyond,
"Who are You?"

I am talking to myself.

Now it is time to listen.

Instead of roaming the earth as if it were a dried riverbed,
we are called to BE the river's source -

In each one of us, the spark of Cosmic flame -
In each one of us, this Love is identical -
Pure, Perfect.

Pure Love is generated and reflected -
To create and experience this Pure Love, is the only reason we are here -

And it is not from some far off distant place and time -
This moment - This space - This very body - the Lotus Paradise -

Please Produce Paradise! Here and Now! Thank You!

The seed shell cracks -
A tender sprout through pavement -

Kyosaku!

An Alertness and Vitality which can only emerge
in the presence of great Danger -

Energy animates Matter -
Spirit throbs in the passion of Flesh -
Darkness, without protest,
gives permission to Light -
Inside and Outside
separated only by windows
I have constructed -