Koan This that we speak of can never be found by seeking, yet only seekers find it. — attributed to Al Bastami, born 804 CE It enthralled nested inside my chest For two years I leaned into it reckoned with the gut meaning, a patient excavation I breathed it pondered, but not with thought lobbed it into the big field Light splintered the kernel inside It opened tight bud to flower releasing an aching aroma
Didi, this patient excavation shows in every line. The way the kernel opens without thought is very beautiful