How admirable,
He who thinks not, "Life is fleeting,"
When he sees the lightning!

How very noble!
One who finds no satori
in the lightning-flash

Two translations of apparently the same haiku by Basho.  I find the comparison of thinking "life is fleeting" and "satori" particularly interesting, and as usual, the entire observation of these poems and the related thought and now the words and blog post, are all another arising of this very frequent serendipity/coincidence thing that happens 'to me' lately.

This 'thought of life being fleeting' is my constant koan, these days, and the more i open to it, the more i find only room for conditionless love to prevail in my experience.  everything fades in the brilliance of this permanent transience.  all concerns and expectations lose their potency.

This conditionless love, or unconditional acceptance of what IS, is the Emptiness.  It is the Oneness.  It is the timelessness and it is the Peace that passeth understanding.  It is Enlightenment, Liberation and Sat-Chit-Ananda.  It is Being.  It is Awareness.  It is Attention.  It is that which animates all of existence.  It is not a word.  It is what gives rise to any word description of it.  It is prior and beyond.