From the pond bench you asked me
to enthrall you with a haiku,
and so I improvised:
“One nod from Shiva –
Hundreds of gathering gulls,
Behind us a gaggle of gulls in unison
immediately squawked and in a fervent flash
all wings flapped and fluttered suddenly skyward.
We noted the apparent avian synchronicity,
no longer much surprised by such persistent agreements,
but simply enjoying our mutual glad astonishment
at the humorous appearance of anything at all.
As we relaxed and gazed at the uncontrived sameness
of each and every experience, all conditioning and ambition
resolved with nods and smiles, what next interested us
was a motionless one-legged seagull, standing there
in inconceivable non-action, in the unstructured
matrix, the actuality of emptiness.
Had it resolved the basic state of reality
and cut through doubts about topics of knowledge,
defying the limitations of permanence and annihilation?
As we blissfully pondered that critical question,
we were able to determine this much:
At first, it had no origin but was empty.
Next, it had no dwelling place but was empty.
At the end, it had no destination but was empty.
This emptiness was not made of anything
and yet the gull was clear and cognizant.
Just then, seemingly out of nowhere,
a waddling three-toed Coot approached the gull
and, halting before the balancing bird, mirrored
its yogic posture by standing on one foot itself!
Did we require any further demonstration
of the union of clarity and emptiness?
Is there really any other paradise than this?