You search for conventional cause
but come up empty handed
not quite the emptiness you seek
because the suffering is still there
the realness of a wound laid bare
and why not rub salt in it —
we’re out of control anyway
a disappointing dream, yes, sore
red, raw, sinewy once more
the band aid won’t stick
and the solitary peace that binds,
too, won’t stick in spite of such mess
Shariputra’s demon will not
prevent my efforts as a spiritual warrior
even if injured once more
after all, we’re all lunatics in
the madhouse of samsara
arrogant prisoner
trapped
hard to believe it’s not permanent
until we move beyond
conventional cause
you want to be angry,
but on what authority?
what justification could you have
for such delusion?
Thinking of virtue, compassion and love
-how do you forget love?
the simple wish for others to be happy
I am so sorry for you that you
do not know this feeling
a flame carried for all living beings
despite my own suffering
‘cause that’s life
and what say you to that?
that in a moment of weakness
we see it all
and having been forsaken, both,
and both put through hell
and failing miserably
to the lower realms we could descend
if this silly hatred doesn’t end
it’s temporary anyway
do you resist?
The Halfwit Writer 