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osprey

      I see     
              an osprey kick a gull in the head
        & catch a fish
                          this morning

                         emerge            compassion
                  for   attachment
                              killing
                      though   thought  rare sight
                                —  such common poison!

emptiness
          a play of light
                        arises before me
                                  due to mind

it’s only mind

      I must endure
                just one more day  —
    time to love & time to play 

      I must endure     this suffering
              for I have caused it
                    that I see

       these imprints strong
                self-grasping   me

       like clouds appear
              in a summer sky
      seeming so blue
                          in my sense’s eye
        and clouds so white
              appear to dance
              changing shape
              and circumstance
        with one another
                scenes create
        a turkey vulture roosts
                while whales tempt fate
                to swim so high
                        up in the sky
                    it almost makes me
                                  question why
                    I feel that I can wait
                        to truly escape
                this earthly suffering
                finding no one here
        who is happier than me

                finding no couple who’s truly at peace
            seeing no being that moves with ease

           observing not one who can work together
        without hatred, attachment, greed

     should I give up?     — No!

                 I’ll change my aspiration instead

I aspire to be truly happy, a    pure   example

     & although I wish for another by my side
        one who would face the changing tide,
                      I know in another I cannot seek
                any joy or peace to be —
                            for it all must come from me

     & although I strive to give & give
                      in humanness, I can’t let go
        of my own unfulfilled hunny-do list —
            this deluded partner, lazy, low —
            by whose esteem I now accomplish
            many of my deeds  — instead of
                saving for me,   a pure aspiration
            —  enlightenment for all,   equally

     & although a man in measure
    may grant me earthly pleasure
            there’s not a time I can recall
      unmixed with poison from the fall

      an apple sweet, an apple tart
            both eventually rot & fall apart
            never singular, & still
              each wish we’d like it to fulfill

      the flavourful & wellness start
      healthy gut, balanced,    body art

this world is crazy, bizarre, insane —
                & if I believe I can lay the blame
                                with anyone else,
                      I’ve already failed

so instead I vow to see, in each & every irony
    a new teaching, a blessing,       gift
        in each disturbance,     every rift

a chance to see things appear to fall apart
                    never once one thing
                                      except in name
          and with delusions I lay all blame

self-cherishing, self-grasped —
                              in dependence, same

I am so tired of samsara’s games
                              I quit

on to Enlightenment, charging forth
                      with Dharma’s wealth

   I’m collecting merit for good health 

for long, long years in which to help
              all beings do the same

   to happiness, I now lay claim

watching the gulls upon the bend
          leaves me with these words to send
                                                        to you

thank you for your time,
          and love,    and coming to this place
        may your mind be ever blessed
                        with peace & happiness
                               

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Risk Taker | Session 12

Leaving the salt lamp low
I undress close to the open
window, watching the wind stir the trees
feeling the breeze on my skin,

Living on the edge of losing it all
pretending with non-attachment I won’t
care, at all – I love this type of faith
but still mine runs deeper than that

What illusion is this appearing to minds,
that makes material risk seem most perilous,
the highest stake. Meanwhile, everyone
puts their future on the line for a brief escape
regretted in the end, when such pleasures
almost always bring such pains

And still, deluded most times
I’m sure I would risk it all again,

If only to learn the swift lessons
needed for permanent escape, liberation
and if only for the benefit of others, complete
Enlightenment – the highest state

The greatest risk to reward benefit
of all, to all, for all.


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Poetry

The Fairy Tale Dream

Written in 2011


As soon as the words leapt from my mouth like some dancing flame I couldn’t control,

I wanted to scream: I LIED!

But my mouth swallowed my words, and my tongue swelled so I could no longer speak.

I have fallen down some Alice in Wonderland rabbit hole

Caught in between a world I desire which I’ll never have and some stark reality which is playing tricks on me.

How can I be the only one deceived by these mismarked potion bottles?

When I drink the one which says courage, I grow smaller. When I drink the one marked power, I become a pawn.

However, unlike Alice I was not drowning in my own tears. It is not my sorrow I fear, but my words.

And I’m not a dumb blond like Alice, easily confused and fooled by people.

I see that Cheshire cat, always willing to smile at me; I’m never willing to smile back.

(Once upon a time were the words that I spoke.)

I drink tea like the Mad Hatter and I’m wicked like the Queen.

Maybe the best place for me is the Rabbit Hole, where I can pretend it’s all a dream, and soon I’ll wake up on the banks of that flowing river – well-rested with an attitude adjustment, and some new found appreciation like Dorothy after she returns from Oz.

If only lessons were so easily learned as in fairy tales.