The Endless Present

Bali 267 2011 copyryght:Mariauxilio Balllinas

THE ENDLESS PRESENT

We are always going somewhere,

heading out toward the distant

peak buying camels to carry us

across some desert of the mind,

landscape of the soul.

I can't find a place to go.

I've been preparing for some voyage

for a long time but, now, there isn't any path

and I'm sitting on this rock with my maps.

The ligtht comes and goes

Sometimes it is night.

I eat and drink what's given.

I think about what I'm doing here.

I close my eyes and notice

the voyage comes to me

A river of wonders wells up out

of the darkness and, sitting still, I

become memories.

I swim in emotions that have the

power of fire and water.

I am washed with the movement

of some infinitely joyous,

endlessly appearing thing.

I sit here, then, in wonder when

all the places come to me and

there is nothing to attain leaving

me lost and satisfied upon this rock.

What is a goal, where is a

destination, who is traveling

there, and what is the expected

time of arrival?

Death will come to us whether

we move or remain in the same

small room.

And death is the biggest surprise of all.

It doest´t come from the future and never

travels to the past. For when we die,

the endless present has arrived at last.

BUDDHA NOW BY ROBERT K. HALL EDITED BY MATEO PLIEGO 2009