Sublime

The mountain is fine

At evening of the day,

Birds fly Home together.

Within these things

There is a hint of Truth,

But if I try to tell it,

I cannot find the Words.

In truth nothing arises from causes / nor does anything cease / regard

Seek not to follow in the footsteps of men of old; seek what they sought. —Matsuo Basho

Whether on foot, on showshoes or by sled, into the summer hills and their late freezing shadows—a high blaze, a runner track in the snow would show where I had gone. Let the rest of mankind find me if it could. JOHN HAINES, THE STARS, THE SNOW, THE FIRE: TWENTY-FIVE YEARS IN THE NORTHERN WILDERNESS

“Who looks for me in form who seeks me in a voice indulges in wasted effort such people see me not.”

You can’t tell when strange things with meaning

will happen. I’m [still] here writing it down

just the way it was. “You don’t have to

prove anything,” my mother said. “Just be ready

for what God sends.” I listened and put my hand

out in the sun again.

Again, the emphasis is on skill-in-means in realizing the realization that is no realization and in teaching the teaching that is no teaching.