No Problem

Like changing weather patterns,
the heat of the retreat
gives way to the cool mist of shamatha.
A soft gentle rain,
of empty, simple silence.
No blip on the radar screen,
organic repellant
to chase away mosquito thoughts,
boundless space of 'no-reaction',
inviting new relationships
to all arising appearences.
Fetters of dualistic attention snapped,
flexing muscles of the strength of presence,
Heart Radiance imbuing all
in a sphere of utter singularity.

June 02, 2001 (1 of 1)