Forest Green

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Wilderness opens up when its home
All resistance grows into acceptance.

Letting go is never done
Yet it happens.

Letting go is fulfilment
Finding myself here
Always at home.

Thought only sharpens obscurity
In words we call it Truth
But words are an epitaph to life.

The intractable mystery
Green hills recede into blue mountains
No boundaries.

Green flames lick the blue sky
From out of brown earth.

Youth grows clumsy
With thoughts of perfection.

Green forest
No green forest
An emerald mirror of mind
No mind
No mirror nor no tree standing
I ask you “What is your teaching?”

The world is always new
For those who do not
Pass over reality as obvious
As always already understood.

Tsu  Tsu  Tsu
Breaking
Fast flight from forest.

Again the rain comes
Sending home silence with a sigh.

A sneeze
Echoes
Effortlessly.

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About Jamie Nicol

Living in the forested hills of Catalonia, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Zen teacher, recovering philosopher, small-scale natural farmer. Writing just what comes.
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