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.