Progressive Buddhism: The Dancer of Stillness

Do not go upon what has been acquired by repeated hearing; nor tradition; nor rumor; nor what is in a scripture; nor surmise; nor axiom; nor specious reasoning; nor bias towards one’s beliefs; nor upon another's seeming ability; nor upon the consideration, 'The monk is our teacher.' When you yourselves know: 'These things are good; these things are not blamable; these things are praised by the wise; undertaken and observed, these things lead to benefit and happiness,' enter on and abide in them.

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

The Dancer of Stillness

written by SFlanigan

In the wilderness I came across a dancer, dancing the dance of stillness...

Her fingers pointed to the moon in the Western sky that I did not see. I didn’t ask why.

She spoke
When there is no space there is no time. I was born and made it mind. I found everything I could bear to see. All of that, reality.

She pointed to the moon in the Western sky that I did not see. I didn’t ask why.

She spoke
Can you feel the light landing on the trees both day and night as you breathe?

She pointed to the moon in the Western sky. I looked into her eyes and found the Earth.

She spoke
The mind that tries has Death and Rebirth

I saw my shadow in the darkness and I sang to admit
The sky is empty but profoundly lit!

And she danced along to the song of my stillness.

-Sean

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Wednesday, 20 February 2013

The Dancer of Stillness

In the wilderness I came across a dancer, dancing the dance of stillness...

Her fingers pointed to the moon in the Western sky that I did not see. I didn’t ask why.

She spoke
When there is no space there is no time. I was born and made it mind. I found everything I could bear to see. All of that, reality.

She pointed to the moon in the Western sky that I did not see. I didn’t ask why.

She spoke
Can you feel the light landing on the trees both day and night as you breathe?

She pointed to the moon in the Western sky. I looked into her eyes and found the Earth.

She spoke
The mind that tries has Death and Rebirth

I saw my shadow in the darkness and I sang to admit
The sky is empty but profoundly lit!

And she danced along to the song of my stillness.

-Sean

And she danced along to the song of my stillness.

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Wednesday, 20 February 2013

The Dancer of Stillness

In the wilderness I came across a dancer, dancing the dance of stillness...

Her fingers pointed to the moon in the Western sky that I did not see. I didn’t ask why.

She spoke When there is no space there is no time. I was born and made it mind. I found everything I could bear to see. All of that, reality. She pointed to the moon in the Western sky that I did not see. I didn’t ask why.

She spoke Can you feel the light landing on the trees both day and night as you breathe?

She pointed to the moon in the Western sky. I looked into her eyes and found the Earth.

She spoke The mind that tries has Death and Rebirth I saw my shadow in the darkness and I sang to admit The sky is empty but profoundly lit! And she danced along to the song of my stillness. -Sean

And she danced along to the song of my stillness.

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She spoke
When there is no space there is no time. I was born and made it mind. I found everything I could bear to see. All of that, reality.

She pointed to the moon in the Western sky that I did not see. I didn’t ask why.

She spoke
Can you feel the light landing on the trees both day and night as you breathe?

She spoke
The mind that tries has Death and Rebirth

I saw my shadow in the darkness and I sang to admit
The sky is empty but profoundly lit!

And she danced along to the song of my stillness.

-Sean