Paradise Waits
The utter simplicity of nondoing…
What’s happening is so obvious,
yet the way of seeing so subtle,
it’s easy to miss and disregard.
If this is enlightened view and action
it is indeed too simple to believe,
and too immediate to satisfy
a seeking, craving, effortful mind.
Each thought a bubble
burbling up from a natural spring.
Who even cares what they are about!
Each moment, each babbling thought, unbidden arises and passes on its own, effortlessly,
and the I watching it,
not even the I who thought it; both
just a label for a “mine” that is an illusion.
Even when I’m not aware of it
there is awareness.
“I was blind all the time I was learning to see.”
Indeed.
(2/7/22)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2023
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