The Murmurtion of Knowing Into Loving:
between silence and dawn i built a bedroom
whose window looks out upon all existence.
everything, seen in silence, is known
and loved …….and is one’s own.
appearance is a conference of birds flown down
from above. bright tumbling starling murmuration
of knowing into loving.
silence is filled. suddenly. without breaking. that
secret dakini language - the script called appearing
until concept experiences word death.
all of this comes from forsaking small talk. the
banter of ghosts can not satisfy. gossip is always
of the dead. .
tired words, exhausted, worn out,
angry spreading fatigue like plague
bites of infected fleas.
between evening and nightfall the door of living
opens and the 10,000 starlings of affection fly
out as the poetry of living. - t.k.
t.k., tsogyelgar, traktung khepa