The Living Leap


Clear glass glance
In light lance
Vastness shines.

Gossamer touch
Thought strikes deep
Echoing silence.

Sincerity opens
The lies we tell ourselves
Truth evaporates.

Bereft in the desert
Shorn of spirit
Naked before the sun.

Nowhere now to go
Nowhere now to stand
The vertiginous cliff.

Emptiness rises
The letting leap
All falling ends.

But what then is this?
No up nor down
No right nor wrong.

What wonder will
When wanted
Wish willessness?

The end of control
No binding attachment

This living leap
In supple responsiveness
Turned toward tathata.


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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