A young face with timeless wisdomSometimes a child, sometimes a mother
Sometimes a friend, sometimes a father
And sometimes indeed a Zen Master
He puts us into utter insecurities
But immediately He assures us He's there
Utterly relaxed yet what a cutting gaze
He's ruthless out of pure compassion
When the Zen Master raises His stick
Just peep into His eyes and see the oozing love
Every word is a sword to cut the tumor
A sword filled with love and grace
He is fullness personified
He is emptiness personified
He is established in the present
He is established in eternity
He's a bunch of paradoxes
Cannot comprehend using logic
For He is beyond all of that
He is beyond the beyond!
In deepest gratitude to my Master...
1 comment:
beautiful...that is precisely what I was thinking myself....sometimes he is a friend, sometimes like a mother and sometimes like a child. I am looking forward to meeting him again soon...
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