In a flash, at a trumpet crash,
I am all at once what Christ is, ‘ since he was what I am, and
This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, ‘ patch, matchwood, immortal diamond,
Is immortal diamond.
(Gerard Manley Hopkins, in That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection)
A comment from Rag Tree (Music&Meaning) on my recent post (Whichever way you slice it) about the cropping of photographs prompted me to make another intuitive leap between eastern and western mysticism.
… all Buddhas and all the teachings and values of the highest, most fulfilled, most awakened minds arise from the teachings in this Sutra. And yet, even as I speak, Subhuti, I must take back my words as soon as they are uttered, for there are no Buddhas and there are no teachings.” (Diamond Sutra, Chapter Eight)