Greatness and miracles
      rest on ignorance:
Only to the unaware are all people
      not peers;
Only to the unobservant is an event detached
      from its drivers in the continuum of Being.

If there be such a thing as the human condition,
It is this
      and this only:
That the breath of the bodhisattva
      fans the flames
            of the house
                  only he can see,
                        and therefore must save from,
                              burning.

Do you feel a tug of Romance,
      an ache toward Scholarship,
            at the prospect of this enigma?
The stronger your response, the more completely you have failed
      to perceive the bodhisattva as partner
            in a system of collusion
                  between Savior and Saved
In which both parties create and validate
      the fable of each other
            in one another.
So
      are counterfeiters
Caught
As their accomplices—the promulgators and users of currency—
Go illusorily free.

Having been conditioned as audience for,
      and understudy to,
            these roles
Plead not guilty to your accessorihood
      as you wish.
Lingering at any
      position explicated well and long enough to have
            become an eddy in the public Wind
Is a danger if not
Your jail.

Laozi cast his lot
      in having been Recorded;
            Krishnamurti became Someone
                  we can Name.
What would be your vector
      had you not heard, from those
            to whom you were taught to grant authority,
                  of the possibility of Path?

What if the Sage had been silent?

Is there a difference between Wisdom On Two Legs
      never having spoken
And one who loves and understands Life and World enough
To have merely Been
      and Seen
            and Listened?