Koan
sounds of silence
one hand clapping
most hear not
because they are napping
what is that
that does not come and go
we know not but can become
sublime elixir of life’s flow
if thoughts cease altogether
subject and object disappear
identity shorn, as the twice born
what’s that that does then appear
where lies fulcrum of a scent
wherefrom arises in hearts hope
what is the flavour of innocence
how does love with love elope
where within us is the seat of soul
how does wisdom within us seep
what is the source of our aliveness
why does head not into heart leap
why are we afraid to surrender
to relinquish imagined knowing
what prevents us to celebrate life
sans resistance, in trust flowing
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