Empirically: Embracing Variety

Jumping right,
Jumping left,
What a strange
Way to be;

Can’t seem to settle,
Aimlessly falling from flower to flower,
Sampling pollen and falling again,
Like a drunken bee;

To bee or not to bee;
The bee
Has to be
In order to find out!

All over the meadow,
That’s me
But I don’t have to keep going
Because the going takes care of itself!

Tough going,
Easy going,
Fast going,
Slow going,

It’s all the same to me
And all different,
Variety and monotony,
Boredom and excitement,

Fascination
And loss of interest,
Beginner’s mind
And, oh, so mundane!

Finally indescribable
Because I’ve forgotten how;
Trying to remember,
Then flying off someplace else.

Empirical: Exploration

The heart of an explorer,
Fearlessly or fearfully,
Boldly or tentatively,
Blindly or wide-eyed,
Reaching forward or withdrawing,

That’s what it takes
To be,
The passion to know
And the unknown;

Quickly or slowly,
Partially or wholly,
Step by step
Or all at once;

That there’s no right
Nor wrong way,
Makes choice so difficult,
Although no selection is necessary;

Just sitting
Is no different
From walking or running,
Nor from standing or lying down;

All are acceptable
And equal,
None is right,
None is wrong,

It’s all based
On nothing
In any case,
So there’s no pressure,

No particular reason why
One should go
This way or that,
The way is all ways.

Emphatically: Renewal

‘What would have happened if?’
Is the very thing sought,
The answer to the inquiry,
The destination of the quest,

That which
Can never be found,
Cannot be sensed,
Cannot be felt or thought,

It transcends all notions
And yet underpins them;
Is invisible
But supports the visible,

What might have been
But cannot be known,
Of which we dream,
Cannot be seen but is crucial;

The unseen ray of sun
That shines behind the clouds,
This is the very one that reveals,
Even as it shrouds;

The voice that is silent
Cries out loud,
The thunderclap
Announces the lightening,

From near and far,
The answers are,
Underneath the flames,
The fuel that inflames;

From blackened charcoal
The fire reignites,
From the burnt out forest,
Bursts forth new life.