Wanted to share a poem by TSK instructor and poet, Ken McKeon… you might say, HE is sharing a ‘Humble Moment’… one of those essential fundamental experiences when Great Time, Space, and Knowledge all converge as their deepest expressions…
By Ken McKeon
Real is rare,
That’s a flat out shame,
A floating gimmick of a phrase,
Before there was life there were diamonds,
But try it on for size anyway,
I am as particular as a shining ring of Saturn,
As the dust left behind
By the hum winged silences
Of mantric starry shoots of nowhere being,
I am a flute playing fool,
I have stepped off the cliff of time,
Lucency, rare light, rainbows,
These are all signs
Of the departing streams of gods,
Wherever did they stand in all this emptiness?
Where did their toes tap?
Where did their hats hang?
I keep looking for signs of activity,
I am married to motion,
I am the arising, the fading,
The dew drop living chamber glistening
Like a hymn upon a blade of grass,
Vapor bound up steaming sunlight,
Melting frost light,
The rolling hillsides,
I am the trampled path seen through,
Here was where I am today just now,
And momentarily so,
Like a diamond in the sky.