[zeph] #10 : Waves
- ZEPH & FRENS #9
Zeph has a battered hardcover notebook (not a laptop!) which he carries
everywhere he goes, in the right side pocket just above the knee of his
cargo pants. In it he scawls his thoughts occasionally. Occasionally, he
flips through it and rediscovers some of his random poetry-thoughts :
Waves are like liquid dunes,
in the winds.
The person spiritual
The person unspiritual
decides he'll always need someone else.
BY THE SECOND
by the second-
So you'd better
by the second.
is being Guanyin (the Bodhisattva of Compassion)
by praying to Guanyin
Guanyin, my Mother;
My Mother Guanyin.
Is there any difference?
How can anyone ever conquer a mountain?
It never meant to be an obstacle,
and you reaching its summit never impressed it.
The greater your feeling of victory,
the higher your mountain of ego is.
Which mountain do you want to conquer?
Most of the time, it simply amazes him that he actually wrote all that. Who
was he when he wrote that? I don't exactly feel "him", the writer, in me
now, the reader. The writer seems like a more enlightened person than me.
How is this possible? How bizarre...
Zeph slammed the notebook shut and thumped it on his lap thoughtfully,
frowning again. After a while, he reopened the book, scribbling the
following beside the haiku-poem "WAVES"-
Thoughts are invisible waves,
shifting in the winds
of the Mind.
No two waves the same.
What is real then?
If no wave lasts beyond the now?
It might be the stillness beneath the tides,
the calm of the yet unseen depths-
which all waves rise from,
which all waves fall to-
No matter how profound his random thoughts are, Zeph thought, they are but
waves of his changing mindstream. While they might reflect His inner
Buddha-Nature, they are only temporal manifestations, nothing to be proud
of. He has to go deeper- get to the REAL thing. Nothing beats that. With
that, Zeph closes the notebook, slips it back into his pocket and velcros