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  • Poem: Look to the Moon

    The finger points to where the moon does shine,
    But gaze not at the hand that beckons you.
    Let go the grasp of thoughts that claim as mine,
    And turn your sight to what is pure and true.

    Ramana speaks of Self, the quiet core,
    Where all the world and mind do gently fade.
    Orgyen’s Pristine Mind, and Buddha’s lore,
    Reveal the light that nothing can degrade.

    In God’s vast silence, there you’ll find the key,
    A truth that words and thoughts cannot contain.
    Release the need to seek, just let it be,
    For in the stillness, all is clear and plain.

    Stop searching for the truth outside, afar,
    The moon is shining, constant in the night.
    Turn inward now and see just where you are,
    The light you seek is your own inner light.

    Midnight.
    No waves,
    No wind,
    The empty boat
    Is flooded with moonlight.


    — Zen Master Dogen

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  • Poem: No Finish Line at the Finish Line

    We start the race with mind and heart aligned,
    To seek the truth that’s ever hard to find.
    The path is clear, the way seems oh so straight,
    Yet round and round we go—oh, twist of fate!

    We run through hills of thought and streams of dreams,
    The finish line, not quite as near, it seems.
    With every step, we feel the final call,
    But then we find there is no end at all.

    The race we thought would bring us to the goal,
    Is just the turning of the cosmic whole.
    For when we think we’ve reached the end of time,
    We simply find there is no finish line.

    The Self we seek is where we’ve always been,
    The heart, the start, and finish all within.
    In non-duality, the truth does shine—
    There’s no finish line at the finish line.

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  • Poem: The Lightness of Letting Go

    We chase the air and call it solid ground,
    A path to walk, yet never to be found.
    Enlightenment, it dances in the breeze,
    A dream we seek, but slips with gentle ease.

    Like floaters in the eye, it drifts away,
    Each time we think we’ve found it for a day.
    And angels laugh, for they can take to flight,
    By knowing not to hold their burden tight.

    The mind’s a joke, it tries to make its stand,
    While life just moves the pieces out of hand.
    So let us fly and let the effort go,
    For lightness is the only truth to know.

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