What would you say if you knew someone was going to pore over your words? If you knew someone was going to sift through your words, looking for bits and pieces to frame and treasure, what would you say?
It would have to be completely spontaneous. Anything rehearsed would be clunky and trite.
You were a fountain of insight and naturally flowing poetry when you came down from the mountain. Like seeing a reflection of the world in a water droplet, your words dripped with meaning, and shimmered as they fell.
I tried to put them in a jar.
I may have thought I was doing it for you. I did want to make a gift of your own insight–something to frame and give to you when you needed to remember the experience.
But the beauty of your enlightenment is in its flow. To capture is to kill.
Fortunately, at least some of what you said, the things I was moved by, is still viable in my every day life.
I hear the world in a new way; I am listening with more curiosity as to what I am also, not hearing.
I am making sense of ordinary life by engaging sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch as I make coffee, carry out the trash and wash the clothes.
But maybe the most important take away is that I am not going to stress over what to save and what to let go of.
I am doing what you would do, laugh and let go of it all. Moving on. Gate, gate, paragate, parasumgate, bodhi soha.