the 'sunflower sutra' sutra

you weren't here. now you're here. then you aren't here. but you're always there.

words get in the Way.

you think you’re a thought which you call you, but in reality you’re not.

words are necessary evils without, but absolutely malevolent within.

when words of being become belief, the recondite moon becomes a righteous face completely full of itself.

even ten thousand words can never touch no word.

thus the buddha silently holds up a flower; the flower holds a bee.

"You were never no locomotive, Sunflower, you were a sunflower!"

after all, even the ‘sunflower sutra’ doesn't have the energetic dynamism of a sunflower.

sunflower! you are more powerful than a locomotive! you are able to leap this world in a single bound!

you don’t do love; love does you.

locomotive breath! your words are only so much smoke!

when thinking you’re a thought, love does you filtered and divided accordingly; when silent, love does you as love delightfully.

poet! don't be like god; just be. you already are that god; no more words are needed.