Mu.

In the beginning

is now.

In all space

is here.

In the body

is a thread.

In all shadow

is a vanishing.

In the heart

is the most intimate

not knowing.

We are released from our bindings.

Traces linked us,

drawing the plow through hardened soil.

 The tangle of the great I am is cleared

and there is only vast mystery. 

Fullness permeates.

It is gentled.

Wisdom comes as it makes affront

into soft openings.

It wants for nothing –

and I am freed of its clinging.

It wavers on my back.

Unsteady in its conviction of conquest,

as am I.

Soft earth padded into a path

we follow,

my rolling strides soothe it into

calm.

It is secure in believing 

it directs our journey.

It needs such kindness, this one.

You suffer!

Strike at me, desire mastery of me –

yet it is you who suffer.

How curious.  How confused you are.

 Control will not be possession.

Still, the struggle.

Approach.

Connect.

Curious creature.

How harmful can it be – one

so small and powered by desire?

Close – and there is something familiar –

something of the earth, of blind living and dying.

I am Ox.

What is it?  What is it?