Untitled #64 / Out of a Moldy Cavern

Out of a moldy cavern I step into the afternoon sun’s radiant warmth All around me pounds the pulse of life, yet, among this crowd of my peers, no other soul feels the Dharma nature. Still, in their words, their movements, their expressions, their sighs, their laughs, their struggles, the Dharma preaches itself to me. Now I walk straight forward through this cacophony, slower than ever, no eye contact, deliberate through life, knowing well I was on the point of epiphany. There! A forest path reveals itself! Upon it one lonely soul shoulders the burden of his backpack as he plods his way home. Oh, to forge every dull routine of life into a miraculous, marvelous moment is to put and end to your rebirths and drink forever from the Fountain of Youth!