Friday, March 5, 2010

I. The Search for the Bull



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I.                    The Search for the Bull

In the pastures of this world, I endlessly push aside the tall grasses in search of the bull.

Following unnamed rivers, lost upon the interpenetrating paths of distant mountains,

My strength failing and my vitality exhausted, I cannot find the bull.

I only hear the locusts chirring through the forest at night.

Comment:  The bull never has been lost.  What need is there to search?  Only because of separation from my true nature, I fail to find him.  In the confusion of the senses I lose even his tracks.  Far from home, I see many crossroads, but which way is the right one I know not.  Greed and fear, good and bad, entangle me.
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