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