Friday, June 4, 2010

Quan Yin on the Beach

The nose desires this scent,
the eye devours this horizon,
the ear attends to chimes
that voice the air.

So the senses express
their true, undying natures
in a unifying phrase
that feeds on all that is
and therefore feeds it back,

And on all that is false,
for there's nothing to apprehend
but the whirr of right and wrong,
and nothing to be gained
by recognition
but separation's spark.

The only thing to hear
in the breathing of the waves
is the pause that comes between
that some call silence.