Posted on January 18th, 2007 in Poetics, Spirit by Ron Russo

The Sound Of One Hand Clapping

Classic query: What is the sound of one hand clapping? My response: There is no hand, there is no clapping, there is no sound.

Query: What is the sound of one species demise? It is the thunderous sound of one tear crashing to the ground. It is the tear of all form and its joy. Form arises for a season. Its mortification sure.

Save what can be saved. Weep for the moment. That is what we do. Rejoice in the emptiness of all form. Form is the illusion that arises to make emptiness seem real. Is there no thing? Is there something? Yes.

© 2007 by Ron Russo

If the eye never sleeps, All dreams will naturally cease. If the mind makes no discriminations, The ten thousand things Are as they are, of single essence. To understand the mystery of the One-essence Is to be released from all entanglements. When all things are seen equally The timeless Self-essence is reached. No comparisons or analogies are possible In this causeless, relationless state.

- T’sen T’sang (d.606)
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