In a state of zero there are no questions.
An empty void waiting to be filled?
On my bike today is my existence elevated by
a black cormorant sweeping low over the water and a flying fish jumping out to meet him,
the sun in an azure sky, small white clouds low above the horizon,
eight duckling chicks with protective Mother, a moorhen’s precarious nest propped against a post,
a cluster of iridescent dragonflies busy on the banks,
one of the first cuckoos singing in the distance,
elegant reeds – standing tall and soft in their massed ranks,
pink-tinged wild roses abundant along the banks rubbing branches with blowsy elderflower bushes in full bloom,
a cacophony of smells – hot hearth – damp algae – fishermen’s decaying maggots – a lavender bush – grass cuttings accumulating on the water,
all carried to my senses on the breeze blowing from the water?
All senses indeed elevated by the experience.
State of Zero. Empty. From Sunnata in Theravada Buddhism.
Hi. I’m a bit of a rookie at blogging. Can you explain what your message means when worded in this way, I’ve had a few and would like to appreciate fully what is being fed back to me?
Thanks. Sheila