By sitting in the lotus position,
You become like a golden altar
Of the fragrant incense
Slowly burnt out in a temple --
All the divine comes out
From your concentrated mind
To be the pure mind
Completely free of thoughts
And vain efforts, as though
The fragrance coming out
From the sandalwood
Freed of any decay or rot.
There is no fragrant incense
That is burnt outside an altar
Or a temple or a joss house;
And there is no the divine
Found outside the pure mind.
If there is the divine but outside
Of the purification, it's just like
A woodblock to be burnt down
In a stove without any repentance,
As it is something different
From the joint concentration
Of the innumerable ancestors.
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Ron
Very interesting as when taking a yoga class, the instructor told us things along the lines of your poem. 'Good to read them as a refresher. Thank you!
Love ya!
Jane
I love these two lines.