the shore sutra

flowing is flowing along a flowing.

to the mind it's a great tectonic & evolutionary

struggle resulting in river & shoreline but

for consciousness there's nothing to it.

a rose by any other name is still not a rose.

docks are the mind of the river, holding

an inevitable flotilla against the flowing.

you can never think your way to love.

a fluttering of orange threading through a shivering of green

through which a flowing of invisibility is breathing.

a butterfly is witchgrass which is zephyr.

when you as consciousness know yourself,

in no time at all even an earthworm, even earth

itself, knows itself as that perfect pure awareness.