Coming into the atmosphere of Zen is like sleepwalking into a pyre.
Dreaming -- this one's delusion, this one's enlightenment, this one's attainment, this one's a student, this one's a master.
Fire covers you whole. How did you make it here? What moved your feet? Do you know it's happening?
Consumed -- it couldn't burn what you are, but it devoured what you were not. Were you ever asleep? Were you ever awake? Raise a flower, see who can say.
The fire god came seeking fire.
Submitted May 05, 2019 at 11:16AM by NorthStarIV http://bit.ly/2vFvHVw
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