Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Frederick Franck - What my eyes saw on the way


 
In the silence of drawing
hidden, yet visible, in each face
I see the Face of faces,
see:
that the plural of man
does not exist,
is our cruelest hallucination –
see that our Oneness is infinite differentiation,
see:
that the pattern of the universe
and mine
are not-two,
that what lives in me
is the Tao
in which all lives.

THIS IS NOT WHAT I BELIEVE
BUT WHAT MY EYES
SAW ON THE WAY.

Having become
all these faces, all these bodies,
a meadow, a flower,
a night moth and a cow,

A STRANGER NO LONGER
I AM AT HOME,
BELOVED EARTH!


– Frederick Franck, The Awakened Eye


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