What are you reaching for when there’s nothing to grasp? 10.09.21
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Question 6
Tag: craving
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Break the Chain
I no longer wish to meet those
who make me regret my virtue
of course, I can’t excuse my own forfeit of mind
and I never would regret virtuous intention
even when challenged!
Instead, I see clearly that in samsara
there exists no real happiness, no good reputation
no wealth, no status, no good condition
not only failure, misery, and criticism
not only lowly status and painful position
but always departing from what we love
and too often meeting what we hate!
So if i have any regret, it’s saved
for actions throwing me lower than the grave
then I purify completely in three more steps
with reliance, opponent force and firm promise
never again laying claim to hateful mind
never again to drink addictive poisons
never again to grasp, to crave
never again to begin again
the beginningless cycle of suffering
this lifetime I break the chain!
I will die without regret
having used every momently wisely
a cause-creator, achieving true happiness
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Impermanence
from happy to sad
so quickly
it never lasts
it never lasts
it never lasts
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Another Bloody Craving (ABC)
(alternative title: The ABCs of Growing Up)
Thirst coming in clutch
comes on too strong
the energy’s too much
lasts far too long
yet never’s enough
I once yearned
for a spot of light
until I learned
some like to fight
such fortune earned
I bent backward
I yielded growth
I bent forward
I broke my oath,
agony endured
Fabricated not firm
appearance dreamlike
so in dream pain squirm
in fog we hike
confused we burn
One time, way back
I felt this way
so out of whack
the sky was gray
her love was lack
Now this heart resists
cracked and dejected
while slow time persists
this heart again rejected
knowing the risks
I don’t plan to push
of course, I’ll pray
I don’t plan to rush
as hasty visions fade away
you’ll catch me blush
At last to end on happy note
may my mind be clear
may my face emote
may I hold all beings dear
and refuge close
and may I be free
I am an ocean of wanting
I am discontent
How dissatisfied I feel
with samsara’s gifts
Prison-barred burdens’
more like it!
Now, I have the instructions
for escape
Yet I cling, I grasp
at less than straws
Mere suffering ensnares
it claws
I should let go, I think
I know
And still,
I let my desire grow
The Halfwit Writer 