The night /
Listening in the silence of the night, I sit out in the forest.
A night-dark cloud overhead.
Falling rain.
Silence that is a fullness.
Stillness that is moving, yet unmoving.
This is why I rise in the night.
This is why I sit, and listen.
For this silent, unmoving fullness.
Mind is clearly seen here now, in this dark stillness.
Buddha mind, the eternal truth of existence is here.
Always here.
But in the dark stillness of night, it becomes louder, to these ears.
I could marry the forest.
These past few years, she has been my bride.
But the stillness is my true love.
The mirror in which I recognise myself, and bow.