reification and Dogen’s black stone tortoise

offerings

incense, flowers, the sound of the bell

words twist mind

opening jars; the unguents of touch and beauty

do not delay the flesh burning

what is the function?

what is the function?

what is the function?

no matter how i hit it i cannot hear it.

You are so right, my love, it does not need words

there is no need

heart wound

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

“All form is comparable to foam; all feelings to bubbles; all sensations are mirage-like; dispositions are like the plantain trunk; consciousness is but an illusion: so did the Buddha illustrate the nature of the aggregates”

form is emptiness, emptiness is form

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