Esoteric Erotic Abandon
Lover and Beloved.
Only those who know emptiness can truly be lovers of form … the improbable, unprobable, impossible of being and becoming in the expanse of wisdom’s non-movement.
In leaf and branch there is erotic abandon - dark revealing bright concealing, this game of hide and seek love poem of emptiness and form - the mysterious envelope of wholeness. The frolic of form and emptiness’ friendship.
Oh, disorderly face of appearance! Oh, improbable visage of tuna, volcano, rhinoceros, roses, so many roses! Do you hold us captive? Do you set us free?
Or, are you simply going about your business of appearing disappearing. Form so loved emptiness that she gave herself over in and of. And Form, well he too is a lover of love and so gives himself eternally back to her embrace.
And so … these unexpected entanglements, quantum tracings of flower, and bud’s atemporal relationship, my words your eye, the sounds of wind chimes and the silence before dawn.
Beings are born and die. Bodhisattvas emerge and resolve. Buddhas never move from always. - t.k.