Roots of Trees
[ Dhamma Poetry ]
Hearing the well-spoken utterance of the Buddha, the sun's kinsman, I pierced the subtle thing indeed, as one pierces the tip of a hair with an arrow.
From Poems of the Early Buddhist Monks (Theragāthā)
Single Verses, Section Three
Translated by K.R. Norman - The Pali Text Society
Unknown and Unknowable
I am not what you see
I am not my name or personality
I am not my gender or race
I am not my history or my future
A small part of me resembles unconditional love
But the rest of me is unknown and unknowable
And in this unknowability I am at perfect ease.