HOW IS THIS possible?
Not “becoming” or “relating to…” everything in a sort of
eco-holistic way (things in relationship):
In a gathering of sparrows, the fallen leaf, insects in
backlight, soft wind, a drink of water,
What does Siddhartha see?
Not six realms, twelve influences, or three barriers or
three treasures.
In China, buddha-dharma escaped the grasp of the tentacles
of Hinduism and extracted the acultural essence/core,
Now, in Siddhartha’s same-old morning star, or right now in
the fall of the sparrow down to the feeder, and in the impermanence of the
changing colors of a fallen leaf, in the wind and water and temperature of that
moment,
Right now, in this very moment, in some event be it minute
or vast, what does Siddhartha-you, very, very specifically experience?
