THE PATH IS CREATED IN THE WALKING 

Beat Zen-Anything-goes

The anchorless ship has no bay

It is blown by the winds of formlessness

Day after day 

Floating on and on not knowing any ground 

There are no ears to hear this soundless sound 

No form to mould this clay less life

No cake to be cut, no hand, no knife 

Soon even the wood and sails deplete 

Dis-integrate beneath weary feet 

Soon this body can swim no more 

Soon the ocean swallows up this form

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 Square Zen-Nothing-moves 

 So set this ship ashore, set it rigid, set it tight,  

For we cannot risk the oceans play for fear of similar plight, 

We must nail down that which moves 

For movement implies risk   

We must forever stay by our words  

For without them we are lost  

Lost in words, chastised against risk  

Many fortunes are to be missed  

Safely, so safely we lower our aims  

And see only the veils of our own petrified illusory  reflection.

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Zen-“The Tao (way) which can be named is not the eternal Tao”  

This vision has no anchor and no silvery chain 

The opportunity to never be the same  

Rest for a while in my bay  

I will safely uncontain  

All that’s been heard, all that’s been felt  

 What is known is this inter-emotional- relating terrain  

 It was  before and after all  time  

We are its rhythms,  We are its rhymes

Look and observe without intent  

The relational processes where “you”have” is spent   

What is  this life and who are you?  

What is it this being ? What is there to do? 

What is the trance into which “you” have bought?  

And how much of absolute authenticity have you sold or taught?  

What if I say “NO” to a “your YOU”?  

What message is this,   “I”?   What  is it that passes through?  

To this attempt to be a “you” contained  

Afraid of being repeatedly blamed  

Am “I “ an “I” too? Which is blaming a  “you”?  

When  this “I” says a “NO” to what you think “you” are and do  

Feel that blame, feel it through and through  

Let yourself slip into something old and yet new  

That worthless pit of good intent  

Is really poisoned daggers sent  

To harm the beautiful being “you” think  “you” really are  

Now when “you” are least  ready “you” will go far  

Back to this moment with clarity beaming  

Back to a life full of no meaning

No concepts to hold “you” tight  

Nothing to  let go of when the time is right  

Its not wrong what “you” do its part of  unlearning 

Just another realization corner, leaf unfurling

Each form gives way to new forms as new figures emerge  

This next and this always are on the verge…  

So what have “you” unlearnt from this wise old sage?  

And what are “you” feeling?”  

“ you’re feeling rage!”  

“You” didn’t like my NO SELF and “you’re” feeling betrayed?” 

From this way and these ways “ I” will  all-ways and in no way stray  

These ways are what is beyond this face

They are what hold this life in space  

There is no human drive only god given grace. 

Without this no life form  independently grows 

There is nothing to do and there is nowhere to go  

There are no miracles, no hard earned joy and no effort driven bliss 

There is no  who “I” am and there is only what is  

Now  see these tears as “you” melts  in  Love’s arms  

Feel how division and duality both seems to help and yet harm  

Real-eyes see this rage is not “yours”  

That “you” were never then, now or before   

“You” need not carry “you” just walk this walk  

Being this is “you” talking this talk  

By  not thinking “your” thinking  and breeding “you” thoughts  

Now you are free and so is “your you”  

This is not betrayal, this is soul belief  

To see beyond the person to that which resides beyond and beneath 

Beyond the mask you thought “you” were  

Beyond soft intentions and triviality  

This is where “you” and “I” both shatter and  meet  

Eye to eye, heart to heart and ground under feet  

This is where love moves through  

This is all, there really is, “you” have nothing to do  

Notice respectfully, the bone arches  

Through which the human Spirit goes  

“I” can not know which way that is

All ways are one way  

For any way followed to its extreme becomes its opposition.  

Life is flux  

Life is impermanent  

This is its only permanence. 

Life insists on wholism  

Nothing is eternally denied.  

Truth always becomes untrue,and total.  

I see figures emerge through what has been missed  

I see form-taking shape through that which is now seen  

From the heartfelt paradoxical wisdom  and that which lies beyond and between  

That which is contained is set free  

That which is endlessly free is restrained   

And the path is created in the walking. 

Once Realized  

 All pleasure is transient  

Realize the luminosity of your eternal mind  

Beyond the duality of pleasure or pain,  

Beyond all difference.  

You are all beings  

In you all differences are one.  

Once realized  

Never reborn.  

Rebirth.  

Separation of forms.  

Even the notion of your unique death

All is illusory.  

You and I are all one.

Tim Carrette 2009
(From unpublished book "The Eternal Dance of Sense and Soul")