The Face Of The Storm

In the face of the storm you do not hesitate

You have observed it mounting on the horizon.

It comes for you now.

The force of this storm that sends the trees fleeing

Down the avenues that recklessly diverge in the wind,

The wind that one names “God”,

Which is the name of everything.
The wind of non-condition

In which everything is engulfed and extinguished,

The darkness across the vast plain of  night,

Starless and moonless. 

In the face of this storm you do not hesitate
For yours is the face in the storm. 

You calmly enter it just as it reaches you

Centered in the thought of no-thought,

Aware that all things are of the substance of this wind,

Neither this nor that.

There is one visage in the clouds,

God and yours.

Your blood sinks back into its source,

Everything.  

This wind sweeps the world from your senses

That scatter like withered leaves taking to the eight directions.