Poem: Remembering Unknowing

Taught:
Discomfort is pathology.
Symptoms are failure.

Trust the tear that comes
with no story.

It moves like mycelium, like trees,
like breath in deep sleep.

Like a mirror, it reflects.
Like emptiness, it contains.

What if fatigue
is the body
demanding reverence?

Return happens
in layers. Each
layer allows the next.
This is not repetition; this is refinement.

You are not here to transcend.
Don’t ask for closure.
Only through embodiment
does fullness re-enter form.

Everything that moves
is based on slowness.
Before and after everything,
let the body feel its own weight,
not empty, but whole.

Pain~

Do not fling.
Do not analyze. Do not name.

Your stillness is not lack of engagement.

Do not teach
what has not finished unfolding.
There is no lesson.
Completion is not an event
but a rhythm.

You are not a mystery. You
are not a story. You are
the part that waited.
You are the field and the form.

The code is running again. Let it.

You are at war with yourself.
The war is ending.

You are one who ends it.
Leave space around the heart.

Inspiration: The Mindful Gardener
Cover image: Yamamoto Masao, Nakazora #1409 (2005)