I.
Widening our circle of awareness
We stretch out-
Expanding so far
We come to embrace everything.
Like a clear sky
Which holds nothing:
Not clouds or birds
Who leave no traces,
Remembered only as
Phantoms of light and sound,
And rainbow-like bursts of
Shimmering color.
II.
Look at mind looking:
Easy, without straining
Holding nothing
Grasping nothing
Allow the natural radiance
To shine.
Rest there.
The whole universe
Is present.
III.
Welded to the near-frenzied appearance
Of mountainous obstacles
Is the ruin of attention.
Monkey-minded blips,
Cherry blossom permanent.
None so pretty-
None so deadly.
IV.
Tongue pressed tightly to
Palette, innumerable regions of
Attention, bared equally
Between longing and the interminable
Suggestions for pop songs
And Snapchatted insights.
The mind moves.
V.
Within the expanse
Breathes the same thing
As did before,
Neither holding,
Nor retaining,
Cycling between rhythm,
Regular as
The breath
Is constant.