you ask why I linger here long and do not return to the centers of power and human endeavor… it’s all but a life of conditioning and structures…
if you ask me, human enterprise and human life are tiresome…and mediocre… it is a life of basics and self-interests and finger-pointing and it is all partial and focused that grapples with ******* of the parts but misses the whole… and one never sees the hubris within; the errors, it seems, are always elsewhere… but see, there is no change without the change in oneself and so it is that I linger here long to observe and to see within myself to see within, and so understand… for within this chaos of one within one there is always but a pointing to the externals and so the world goes on, and has always been a world of groups built on mutual lies so one can feel special and chosen and blessed and recipient of Highest Revelations within the group and feel *O so right and feel O so safe and feel O so true… there is always but a feeling – but not the thing… there is but conditioning and a building and that structure is added to on and on… and so I linger amongst these mountains and streams and trees and the open and I observe these with no preconceptions and linger in that which comes of no future or past and I observe myself, my mind, my thoughts and what it is that is called ‘I’… and so I linger here long…
poem based on a painting of the same title by Ma Lin (China, Song Dynasty)