Machinations of the mind

Making patterns,
not making patterns,
both are machinations of the mind.

Remember to switch it off,
when you are finished.

Appropriateness

The single source shines clearly in the light,
The branching streams flow out in darkness,

Fire heats, wind moves, water wets, earth stands firm,
While things have an appropriate time,
They all return to the one.

Ancient Hill

The ancient hill beckons, silently.
Throngs of people arrive every feast day and on earliest excuse days,
They circumambulate, and, when they depart, their rubbish abounds.
The ancient hill beckons, still.

No sect please

"What is your lineage?"

No sect, no school, no method, no transmission.

"So, why am I here?"

Perhaps you are looking for the bright smile which celebrates our common nature.

Dog in the mist

The dog traces his master through thick morning mist
Although sight unseen, it matters not

Seen, unseen, his chosen path is ever clear.

Go straight

"Which is the path?"

"Look over that fence!"

"That's not what I mean."

"Hmm. Well that path leads directly to the administrative center."