Field of Possibilities
Where atoms do not collide
in the space they do not occupy
the Buddha sits in perfect mudra,
his smile validated now by
particle accelerators which
reveal zero point field, an emptiness
full of all that ever was.
But we knew it all along, didn’t we
chant that which is form is emptiness, that which is emptiness form.
No eyes, no ears, no nose, no tongue, no body, no mind.
We poor humans contemplating all that eternity,
begging all those mea culpas, the lash, the pit
when all we had to do was enter
that field to find bliss.
At zero point, the Buddha unfolds his hands
and lets his round belly loose,
One finger touches the earth as he laughs,
Spinning at the center of creation.
in the space they do not occupy
the Buddha sits in perfect mudra,
his smile validated now by
particle accelerators which
reveal zero point field, an emptiness
full of all that ever was.
But we knew it all along, didn’t we
chant that which is form is emptiness, that which is emptiness form.
No eyes, no ears, no nose, no tongue, no body, no mind.
We poor humans contemplating all that eternity,
begging all those mea culpas, the lash, the pit
when all we had to do was enter
that field to find bliss.
At zero point, the Buddha unfolds his hands
and lets his round belly loose,
One finger touches the earth as he laughs,
Spinning at the center of creation.
posted by Anonymous at 4:02 PM
3 Comments:
I love your take on the assignment--I love the poem!!
Where atoms do not collide
in the space they do not occupy
the Buddha sits in perfect mudra,
and
when all we had to do was enter
that field to find bliss.
are my favorite lines--well done
"At zero point, the Buddha unfolds his hands
and lets his round belly loose,"
Oh, if we all were to let the belly loose....much laughing.
This is sutra. Kerouac, Ginsberg, Snyder would be pleased.
[. . .] an emptiness
full of all that ever was.
and it is all in the poem!
thank you.
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