Tag: creative writing

Wishfulfilling Jewel

The light bursts in
no longer through cracks
nor broken halves,
nor through torn seams
I am not split apart
nor wrenched open
I am not a fractured heart
nor a container for shattered dreams

This lightness spreads outward
and cleaves between subtle thoughts
mere names, perverse, obscene
erased in emptiness supreme
this clear illumination beams into
and through and out and from within
from under and around and beyond
a profundity incomprehensible
to all minds but the purified subtle mind
now obscured, but I am sensible
so I ride these blessed feelings
as a stable mount –
temporarily lucky for having found
such conditions and pure instructions
both needed to walk on spiritual ground

The path is paved with golden words
that have prevented me from going astray
I shall not stay another day
where life’s absurd –
although it might not appear that way –
I am mixed entirely with this clear light
no body, no conceptions
just a relaxed subtle mind
loving, compassionate, universally so abundant with a wealth
most do not know
and when I cry, my tears are gold
for with wisdom, before I’m old
great compassion arises, and with love unfolds
with bodhichitta, I am fearless, bold

I can’t explode at the seams
I am seamless, spacious, bright
I am vast, clear, light and airy
I would not take you in a fight
I yield victory to my opponents
being happy over right

Do not be blinded
nor be frightened
I am bursting, radiant, true
with bodhichitta motivation
I appear to sit and suffer with you
join me in meditation
I’ll touch you with my mind
we’ll both gain understanding
and leave this damned world behind

Tags bodhichitta, buddhist, buddhist poem, Buddhist Poetry, Clear light mind, compassion, creative writing, dharmakaya, love, Poetry, subtle mind, very subtle mind, wishfulfilling jewel

Poetry

I Win the Game

You lose by just remembering
You can’t forget your name
And even though you’ll try again
It’s really such a shame
You haven’t hope in high water
If you avoid this middle way
For never do I falter there
I win each time I play

It’s method tried and true
My guide has mapped easy escape
Yet, like so many, you’ll just ignore it
For sensual pleasures you’ll forsake
A win, a title, greatness
While striving for false fame
You’ll burn out, die, forgotten
While I beat you just the same

I win this round
I’ve won each match
All your little moves I catch
And it’s just no fun
To play in vain
For it’s far easier
To achieve my aim
Than for you to lose your stray

It’s like you don’t know how to play
And so I strive to let dogs stay
Where they sleep
I don’t say a peep
Never to blame
Rather my own mind tame
Because it’s not your fault you lose
I repeat, it’s just been a tasteless shame
And a waste of pure potential
If I’m the only one who beats the game

Tags Poetry, creative writing, poem, renunciation, life, spiritual path, remember, canadian poet, the game, I lose, I lost, I win

Poetry

Karmic Enjoyment

it’s a beautiful night
I label, I grasp
still, I appreciate
nice temporary conditions
with childlike delight
(especially in winter)

knowing the cause of this peaceful mind
is not this appearance
but an action, long passed
now the effect blooms
in the garden of good conditions
no external wish granted
just joyful disposition
for winter never could bring happiness
what is this effortless arising
so easy, so pure
it’s the mind of renunciation
samsara’s cure

for the only reason I now have delight
is Dharma given kindly
which I recall tonight

Tags Canadian poetry, contentment, creative writing, good karma, happiness, karma, peace, peaceful mind, poem, Poetry, renunciation, temporary condition, winter

Poetry

Bitter Beauty

Winter’s hues
of pinks and blues
have brought me to my knees

Wind’s frosty bite
stings day and night
burned alive by blistering breeze

New fallen snow
rainbowed with sun’s glow
illuminates the deadened trees

Rare beauty appears
just once here in years –
so savour this vicious freeze

Tags beauty, canadian poet, Canadian poetry, cold, creative writing, frost, Impermanence, niagara winter, rhyme, seasons, simple poem, st. catharines, suffering, temporary, weather, wind, winter, winter landscape

Affirmations Note

Note 7

I want to be with someone who believes anything is possible. 10.11.21

Tags 2021, artist, creative writing, ex, high standard, limitless, meaning, my reality is one of a kind, Note, note 7, personal, potential, relationship, revelation, wish, writer, writing

Poetry

the shape of my mother

all things are her shape
for she created my world
all beings, mother

Tags all beings have been my mother, buddhist teaching, creation, creative writing, haiku, migrators, mother, mother beings, offering to the Spiritual Guide, osg, poem, Poetry, reality, samsara, world

Poetry

Curious Undertaking

They say curiosity killed the cat
and satisfaction brought her back
but in samsara’s spoiled waters
I find only ill departers
it’s hardly satisfying
when everyone I love is dying
I see sickness in all migrators
who swim wantonly with alligators
breaking open hearts and seals
contemplating Sinbad’s deal
excusing whorish proffers
while taking what’s not offered
to indulge each selfish desire
to enjoy the heat of temporary fire
turning quickly to ember, burning out
leaving grey ashes of deluded doubt

How can I help all beings
with such ailments of the mind
with intense hedonistic attachment
to each sensory pleasure, illusory yet defined
each one appearing solid, concrete
while in actuality like a dream from mind
produced from empty-like space
contaminated matter is all I find
I must vomit out this poison and
grow virtuous roots, from seeds purified

To help nurture this new garden
of joyful, chaste, and pure delights
to replace increasing darkness
with pure increasing Dharma light
I visualize taking from all migrators,
their poison, like charcoal smoke
the delusions leave their bodies
arising unobstructed from all folk
all suffering, ill intent, all harmful desires
billow like black clouds from raging forest fires
flow, now fly, to my subtle mind, my heart
and are destroyed completely at the inner drop
annihilating my self-cherishing and my self-grasping
now I give pure, boundless love and compassion,
and I too receive this medicinal nectar
all beings enjoy happiness, everlasting
and I become a pure preceptor

Tags bodhisattva, buddhist practice, compassion, creative writing, curiosity, delusions, karma, migrators, mind, poem, Poetry, reality, rebirth, samsara, sentient beings, suffering, taking and giving, wish, writing

Poetry

Poisoned

To feel too deeply
and to be unable to feel
are my two greatest sufferings

and to grasp at the feelings
as inherently existent
my greatest ignorance, their source

Tags apathy, attachment, aversion, creative writing, feeling, ignorance, indifference, love, pain, poem, Poetry, sociopathy, suffering, three poisons

Poetry

confusing conditions

built to be broken
& cracked down to dust
born to be suffered
     offend and break trust
invented to abscond
tried to be trashed
   told to fuck off
     & thrashed for a laugh
samsara’s play buckles
          pulls out all the stops
the audience participation
          wallops a good punch

nonsense and dream world
collide innocent
how do awful things ripen?
can we prevent one torment?

it hurts so we harden
it pricks so we hack
               all beauty to pieces
        even though it doesn’t last
                                     on its own

what pride can be held
    in accomplishing the same
        as time does with no effort
              robbing us of each name
revenge becomes pointless
    as our hearts become stone
I press, we must realize our mind
‘cause I can’t take this pain
                   all apparent losses
    grief felt again and again

all relationships tarnish
      all chaos lets loose
I thought this time was different
      and so volunteered for the noose
but from this redundant perspective
      it’s so easy to see
I was built to be broken
    & caged to be freed