knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,
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Poem 6: Kensho

Number 6 in my napowrimo series.


Kensho

Sometimes,
like the reverberation
of a temple bell,
the work
and the worker
become one.

In that special moment –
I, not I fade,
past, future,
even knowledge
of the present
evaporate.

For that moment, then,
the sound of
one hand clapping
is quite loud.
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Me, I glimpse it, and it runs away.  I am lazy about meditating.
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