Kamarbon, the Forgotten Village

I go,

you stay;

two autumns.




Each of us is our own world.  That world has no edges – it permeates everywhere.

This is enlightenment.

Accepting our aloneness and  responsibility takes courage.

Getting stuck there is narcissism.

Not perceiving our all encompassing aloneness is delusion.

What is like when one is neither stuck in separateness nor aloneness?



Autumn evening,

The fog streams.

No one can grasp it.


Creative Commons License photo credit: Hamed Saber