No Facebook Friend
The one I love is all emptiness and brilliance.
The one I love is beyond the touch of ‘is’ and ‘is not’.
The one I love is unborn and undying.
You, who are the Friend to all, can’t be friended on Facebook.
You, who are the locationless place of all places, have no
place on Google Maps.
You, who are the dimensionless space of all appearing, can’t be pinned to the Pinterest wall.
You, who are the source of all flavors, can’t be reviewed on Yelp.
You, in whom all appearing arises, won’t ever be uploaded to Instagram.
You, who give rise to the alphabet, can’t be searched by Bing.
I think of you for wisdom only and both the notions You and Me are lost in mystery. I wander out into the garden and there You are in snail and stem, dirt and blossom, friend and enemy.
I think of you who are not self or other and mind falls up into the bowl of the sky of empty bliss while body sits down to rest in appearance’s living room.
I think of you, who can not be thought of, and thinking resolves in Silence. This dissolving love ... this singular mystery of emptiness and form. - t.k.