Will my inner workings be more playful then
and snatch the whole of day,
be fully of the instant of arrival.
Can they both know and not, but still content,
will they finally get the Tao and mull less
upon survival?
I was told by a monk who’d been silent for years,
who’d uttered no words at all, of how, in time,
his inner gab went mute
He said his warring selves
had found accord and all the buzzing
in his brain become minute
as if a cosmic engineer
had dialed back the gain,
spun many to one to end
both fire and rain
.
And what was that like? I asked.
Well, nothing I can speak, he said,
though a deeper thing remained
Jim Culleny
6/28/14
Blink 