The empty maple leaf

Just this, only this; free from categorization, free from labels.  Just this, only this.

maple leaf

Bigleaf maple leaf at South Fork Alsea River, Coast Range Mountains, Oregon.

“Form is that which is before we project our concepts onto it. It is the original state of “what is here,” the colorful, vivid, impressive, dramatic, aesthetic qualities that exist in every situation. Form could be a maple leaf falling from a tree and landing on a mountain river; it could be full moonlight, a gutter in the street of a garbage pile. These things are “what is,” and they are all in on sense the same: they are al forms, they are all objects, they are just what is. Evaluations regarding them are only created later in our minds. If we really look at these things as they are, they are just forms.

“So form is empty. But empty of what? Form is empty of our preconceptions, empty of our judgments. If we do not evaluate and categorize the maple leaf falling and landing on the stream as opposed to the garbage heap in New York, then they are there, what is. They are empty of preconceptions. They are precisely what they are, of course! Garbage is garbage, a maple leaf is a maple leaf, “what is” is “what is.” Form is empty if we see it in the absence of our own personal interpretations of it.”

– from Chogyam Trungpa’s Cutting Through Spiritual Materialism

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