Two Masters on the Great Expanse (A Collage Poem)

Why make so much of fragmentary blue1
What we call ‘mind’ is not something that exists elsewhere;2

in here and there a bird, or butterfly,1
so without being swept away and following wherever it leads,2

or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,1
look directly into its face, its very own essence—2

when heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?1
at that time, there’s no duality of ‘looker’ and ‘looked at’.2

1 “Fragmentary Blue”, a poem by Robert Frost

2 The Kusāli’s Instruction on the Nature of Mind, by Jamgön Kongtrul, translated by Adam Pearcey

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