asking, What is this?
what is it that floats from the mind-heart
on a wave of Unborn Buddha Mind?
the first syllable of a word left to dissolve
or a brilliant small bird springing up,
green wings quivering.
the third eye opening,
what does it see?
a metta chant for all beings
for the tender inhalation of awakening
or a flood of tears, jagged and liberating
rolling to the beads of my mala
but there are no answers
only the gateless gate
there to step through time and time again