Bamboo Kensho

The bamboo flute coming alive in your hands, with your breath, in a sudden clear tone, a sudden thrill as if it had been possessed by your specific vibration of Ki, as if this flute had become your true voice, the buddha’s voice, the living voices of the dead, a living serpent, and then with that one note and one breath all sense of separate self vanished and you were no other than everything, moving yet still, all vast and silent and pervasively clear like uncreated fire, thisness, unbroken, not even fused because never having fragmented, so untroubled and complete and clear as total darkness, how eerie --