Driving Through The Dharma At Midnight
Headlights pierce mist illuminate extraordinary shadows, shapes, presences
Without substance without form
In constant motion or not there at all.
Thunder and rain wash away, wash away my blues
Dream a dream of dreaming,
Dream a little dream of me and listen to Dharma talk
On the Internet recorded on a night in March in Southern CA
About my, your, our auspicious births—our once in a Lifetime coming into this
World and once in a lifetime leaving of it and once in a lifetime
Moments of each and every day
With crickets and frogs chirruping
On the path that goes everywhere and nowhere
The cat is scared of the thunder and hides
My father rings the bell of heaven's dome
Third watch, waiting for the realization
Breathing and asking
The half-dreams and hallucinations
To help me keep vigil until the morning.
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Author's Note
According to Pali canon, Thai forest monks divide the night into four watches, much like soldiers. They only sleep during the second watch, doing sitting or walking meditation throughout the rest of the night.
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"My father rings the bell of heaven's dome"
Nice line.
Thank you. For a couple of years running around the anniversary of my father's death huge thunderstorms passed over the house.