Omar Khayyam
We are the puppets and fate the puppeteer
This is not a metaphor, but a truth sincere
On this stage, fate for sometime our moves steer
Into the chest of non-existence, one by one disappear.
In silent awareness all beliefs and concepts dissolve in the fire of Now.
We are the puppets and fate the puppeteer
To dance at the still point of the Time beyond time,
I’ve always loved friends of the Way,
The water of the mind,
Attention, when it is attentive to itself, instantaneously steps out of the mind into the dimension of the Now.
Come, come, whoever you are -
Zen practice is not clarifying