Perfection and no-thingness

 The chief monk wrote 

the following poem 

for all to study at night

 

“The body is a Bodhi-tree

The soul a shining mirror:

Polish it with study or

dust will dull the image. “

 

No other monk could 

improve upon the 

chief monks poem

 

But at twilight, an 

Unknown Wandering 

kitchen monk passed 

through the hall 

 

Where the Chief monks 

poem was displayed...

 

Not thinking about it 

 

But rather flowing with 

the poem, arising within 

his Being from Source 

 

He picked up a nearby brush 

and below the other poem,

crafted this response ...

 

“ Bodhi is not a tree;

There is no shining mirror.

Since All begins with Nothing

Where can dust collect? “

 

The Chief monk and all 

the other monks upon 

seeing this were all

instantly enlightened

 

No one knew who the 

Unknown Wandering 

monk was or where 

he even came from

 

Nor even noticed, his 

“traceless tracks”

 

As he quietly walked 

away, into the forest, in

the misty morning rain ~

 

(Ed Crowley)

 

Polishing and studying is spirituality 1.0.

 

Everything starts with the intention to be free.

 

Recognizing no-thingness and perfection

 

is spirituality 2.0–the wanderer comes when she does!