Third try at the challenge of this Zen koan, a kind of riddle with no logical answer: “Show me your original face!” Before you come up blank, and the Zen master rings his little bell and you’re out, a third and final image to help stimulate you:
If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity’s displayed:
I’m looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.
(A classic Zen koan is, Show me your original face, the face that you had before you were born. Sometimes framed as, the face that you had before your father and mother were born. Have you ever seen your original face? To glimpse it, I imagine, might be like coming home. )
So Judy, this theme has been working on me. My rendering, response to do with as you will.
Love
To be whole, is to fulfill in lovemaking that urge for ecstatic union
That is what they say, and this is how my mind talks to me
My responses have become automatic now
And yet, I am surprised simply by your presence
It fills my being
It is enough
I am more
Beyond the grasp of lovemaking
I am disposed towards the creator
Love is not given in exchange; it is the essence of our being
It is only the distortion or perversion of love that separates us
From ourselves
From others
Division is the source of our suffering
Hiding in the garden of shame
Your love penetrates, awakens, sustains
Love stretches far beyond lovemaking
Love unites
Love does not shame in all of her appearances
Love is shared, it is sent
Love is the essence of our being
Love is our original face and our ultimate end.
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Thank you, Therese. I have no doubts you have glimpsed your original face —
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