My daily doodles, scribbles, photos, and paper cuttings . . . . ..I play with the glue, but I promise not to eat it.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

4


True nature is like an empty bowl,
Yet one who understands it is never hungry or thirsty.

Like a womb,
It seems to have birthed the 10,000 things.

It blunts sharpness,
Loosens knots,
Diffuses brightness,
Merges with the dust of the world.
Like a deep pool,
It seems to continue forever.

I do not know how it came to be;
It seems to have existed before creation.








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