Here's what I got:
Words move, music moves
Only in time: but that which is only living
Can only die. Words, after speech, reach
Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,
Can words or music reach
The stillness, as a Chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness.
On a practical level, this translates into an interesting observation: When people do walking meditation very slowly, they look like the zombified actors in Invasion of the Body Snatchers. It was a little distracting at first. Of course, rather than being taken over by aliens, my fellow meditators were becoming more fully themselves.
|This lady is either close to Nirvana or she's in big trouble.|