I sit in silence and take backward steps.
In silence I say something.
When staring into a blank wall,
sometimes I notice what is there.
And what I bring to the page…the paper I stand on is blank.
I notice my conditioning but am not lead by it.
To meet the ground and hoe
with my thoughts and beliefs set to the side
or laid down completely.
How else could I possibly meet you?
If I can only sense a reflection of myself.
Or create closed and permanent ideas about “other”
Because creating categories… a shelf of many boxes.
Categorizing is the root definition of prejudice.
Which may be comforting
in the vastness of space and time.
A process that might give me reference points
in order to draw a map.
But it is an illusion of grounded-ness.
Because it is formed outside myself.
Choose to go deep within
to touch the roots of bodhi tree
to find your roots.
The ones that connect all of us
then
float in the realm fragrances.
In silence I say something.
—Cassy Shoshin
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