Tag: karma

the speed of love

in grade six,
we were asked to
define love

I plagiarized Chicken Soup for the Soul
           after we were force-fed its trite passages
           (so it seemed to me – I hated it)
     strong past life imprints
             tearing present apart
     of course I got caught
I lacked the language
     the metaphors
                 – the red, red roses –
                 I knew I did
     how could my eleven define love?

only years later,
     the unchanging definition was given to me
only years later,
     a pure example, to be echoed
absorbed into my roots
                          my Guru
          – how shall I mind to be
               an echo of utter purity? –
          so now love is my wish for all others,
                                                    for you
                   to be happy
                     effortlessly & evermore
                                         & quickly

Tags Buddhism, chicken soup for the soul, creative writing, emptiness, happiness, joy, karma, love, love is a red red rose, poem, Poetry, reality, the speed of love

Poetry

way out within

there is a portal
escape route out
no need to scream
no need to shout

is it above us?
or is it below?
it cannot be without
it is within we go

and when we discover
the truth that lies therein
that all is mind, is empty
pure and free of sin

only happiness resides
in our pure, loving core
only a kind, peaceful
consciousness, forevermore

(the question is,
do you want it?)

Tags Buddhism, consciousness, creative writing, emptiness, enlightenment, escape, karma, poem, Poetry, reality, realization, renunciation, samsara, suffering, what do you want, wish

Buddhism Philosophy Poetry

the space between

I look up to see
the space between
the spring’s bright leaves,
framing failing light

the eve’s chill falls
as the day’s warmth lifts
dew dances on the lawn
while my brook babbles on

as of late, my words betray
what my mind creates –
for with incorrect name
my suffering’s made

beneath me now
the earth is cold,
this rock is hard,
I’m feeling old

so many lifetimes,
all the same
wasted, wasted
all in vain —

now depend on heart-filled meaning,
mindfulness, do practice, pray
the power of delusions, cease!
and all bad habits, slay!

anew my happiness is born
here and now today
and with constant prayer & blessing
will never pass away

how lucky are these eyes
to behold periwinkle skies
how lucky are these toes
that walk where wild grows
how lucky are these hands
that touch the living earth
how lucky is the mind
appearing Bodhichitta birth

how lucky to be giving
to create the cause of wealth
how lucky I may nurture
to create the cause of health
how lucky to be kind
that I may create the cause of peace
how lucky to hold compassion
so all hatred, anger cease
how lucky to be patient
and know beauty will ensue
how lucky to be loving
and again feel love so true

Tags blessings, bodhichitta, Buddhism, compassion, contemplation, creative writing, emptiness, happiness, karma, love, nature, poem, Poetry, reality, realization, sky, virtue, writing

Poetry

reconciliation

… how to reconcile
if I feel great suffering
I have caused such suffering

and continue to do it still

… now I must cease
turning the wheel of sharp weapons
and turn the wheel of Dharma instead

… how strange
to have obliged such ignorance
with each delusional teardrop

… how strange
to feel the harm I cause
and still I do not stop

Tags Buddhism, cause and effect, contemplation, creative writing, happiness, ignorance, karma, poem, Poetry, short poem, suffering, three poisons

Poetry

breaking down

rattle
    thrum
           POP
              smoke

this time
not to be ignored

life never goes up in flames
just sizzles and fumes
unfavorably

ends not with a bang,
but that goddamned whimper

three hundred thousand miles

(sounds better than five hundred thousand
kill – om (ah hum) – metres)

and you drop dead
(I surmise only one of us wanted
that camping trip)

smoke
        siren
      embarrass-
             meant-for-someone-else

smiling ‘I’m sorry’s,
hoping to get out

(dashed hopes)

just in case you were still wondering:

you’re here to
stay put

(is that an order?)

Tags abstract, art imitates life, creative writing, death, escapism, ignorance, Impermanence, karma, poem, Poetry, reality, reframing, temporary exsitence, wisdom

Poetry

Unilluminated

having over-assumed wisdom
having been used for others’ own ends

I am puddled

a fractal coastline
after catastrophe

…

where should I find fault?

Tags cause & effect, creative writing, emptiness, gather all blame into one, hatred, ignorance, karma, poem, Poetry, reality, self-cherishing, wisdom

Poetry

A sad song

I am hurting
deeply wounded
to my core
only this time –
it’s not personal
it’s nothing I’ve done or haven’t done
at least not recently

it’s not who I am, rather
it’s who I’ve been

it’s not what I didn’t do
it’s what I’ve done countless times over

self-cherished, ignorant
      born into imprints, big boots to fill
innocently believing in myself

not as an enlightened being
     but merely inherently existent
                    (betraying myself)

harmfully, forever non truth
making up our non reality
collectively

O, to escape a cage that has no bars!
Where’s one run? Where’s one go?

we dance and shake and make do
     and then – handed instructions,
mapped, a perfect escape route
     tested, tried, and true
     a happy result, always

I would dare – but alone?
why will no one come with me?
will no one come with me?

Tags a song if i could sing, Buddhism, cause and effect, creative writing, emptiness, ignorance, imprints, karma, lyrics if I had rhythm, Music, never actually alone, no separation, past lives, poem, Poetry, reality, samsara

Poetry

clearwing

not good enough?
you little moth
drawn to my flame
fearing I’ll burn your wings

but I am not fire (your past)
        I am air (your future)
               a Tara,
                           wind element

you choose disbelief
to break hearts, cause tears
& still, you deserve such clarity of mind,
divine,

you little moth

you’re enough

Tags attachment, Buddha Tara, Buddhism, clear mind, creative writing, emptiness, good enough, insect, karma, love, past lives, poem, Poetry, reality, rebirth, relationships, samsara

Poetry

Warped Regression

I am wretched
spastic in time
visions zoom and swoop
I am not alleviated of guilt
I am a burden of my own burdening

Knocked to the hard ground
concrete bloodied
pieces of knuckles, jaws
scattered about
detritus of a coming war
spastic in time
visions sink, exhaled
a finale, last breath
I am not alleviated of guilt
I will not profess my own burdening

Seamless lips, faulted
refusing to admit witness
slammed with responsibility
reaping, weeping, false confession
but a word, treason, is not spoken
and the clouds do not lift
visions sink, heavy, inhaled
as poison, saddled, trained
a whistle blows, heard for miles
you know it’s gone —
a train of burden

You ought to have seen this coming
       hisses a Voice outta dark
          whispers like old wheels
       grinding to a halt on a rusted track
                      (obligation bearing back)

And if I did?
         words evaporated, arisen from
           a vibrating box,
         moved by mind

And remain ignorantly attached?
But why!
— surprise in the Voice

silence

Addiction to the merry-go-round
of burden,
the colours, the depths of pain
    the highs of   lows
the energy, vibrating
       words,   vibrating
     endowed with mind-meaning
   and mind-made-up

The Voice can see what
         lack of service lacks
and   stops.   shocked —
            disappears, abandoning

Please! I laugh
Please! I laugh
and laugh

Tags abstract, addiction, attachment, creative writing, emptiness, energy, futility, good vibrations, ignorance, karma, meaning, mind made reality, nonsense, poem, Poetry, service, slaughterhouse-five, suffering, writing

Poetry

The Leper

Untouched
     and why
such disgust at
     contagious negativity
gangrene and gross
     debilitating degeneration
carnivorous and swift
     progression is easy
unneeded consent
     submit    submit
and why
     untouched except
with separate wash
     still never away
she wept
    and why

Tags creative writing, disease, ignorance, karma, poem, Poetry, self-cherishing, separateness, untouched, why, writing