“The vector equilibrium is the zero starting point for happenings or nonhappenings: it is the empty theater and empty circus and empty Universe ready to accommodate any act and any audience.” – Buckminster Fuller
“To use the imagery of a Tibetan poem, every action, every event comes of itself from the Void as from the surface of a clear lake there leaps suddenly a fish.” – Alan Watts
An empty theater
A stage that remains forever empty
Only actors come and go
They bide time reading strange scripts
Practising the art of not knowing
With masterful strokes of their brush
With simple gestures,
They wove patterns of unspoken words
And complete the magical show
Always they have to come and go
Replete with ornate glories of an invisible vacuum
Little girl, hopping like a bird in between two branches of the cypress tree
Sees the naked sky’s rim haloed by light
And the stars flicker on the stone’s ancient pabulum
And the fire beneath the rock
Under seabed
Or, in the monstrous galaxies
Is awaiting the preeminent birth of a time
Down the tunnel into a darkened room
That opens to an empty courtyard
Where violet and indigo in their last spiritual rite
Created the jewel for the seven sages
And now, a heap of ruins, the broken tesseract
Will become the only observer of the coming spectacle
Why the dogstar have to turn around?
And smell of seawood and coffee bring news from the stock market?
Sitting like a dead rat
Do you intend to become the Buddha or Sri Aurobindo?
Or else, you find in between folded spaces of paper crumbs
That the distance from the center is waning
Till it fades out leaving only negative space the liberty to reconstruct
The grand theater, the theosophy of the empty and the marvelous
“When the Name is uttered,
Neither the Buddha nor the Self
There is:
Na-mu-a-mi-da-bu-tsu
Na-mu-a-mi-da-bu-tsu.”
-J
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/ August 25, 2015Whispers in the dark. I saw a still lake and I went deep. This one intrigues me.