Sunday, February 21, 2010

Merging Traffic

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense.

In A Book Of Luminous Things

How about a modern version in honor of my coming TransAm ride?

Between the states of coming and going,
there runs a road. Riders merge there.

When the ego settles into the saddle on that road,
there is no time to pass.
Ideas, language, even the phrase bike rider
has no meaning.

Lao Bendan

DHS 102

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