Some things come
Some things go
At least that’s what
We think we know
Yet no thing can rise
And no thing can fall
For there is no out there
Mind is all
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Reality
Tag: karma
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Happy | Letter 8
To the Musician,
How can I count the ways
I have experienced joy
with you
already
How can I tell thee
the way you make me feel
when I know I have
created the causes
How can I share wisdom
when I am drowning
in samsara’s sea?
Still, you have helped
dispel the ignorance
of a thousand aeons,
a dreadful darkness,
with a single torch
How can I tell you
how happy I feel
how content I am
in the present moment
here and now
with you
while also planning
our escape
Because to
escape suffering
permanently
is my only wish
especially
with you
happy
beside me
Love, the Muse
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Summer Affair
Not fair!
I said I wouldn’t become
attached to you,
changing condition
yet, so much sorrow
fills minds that grasp
at the losing
a mistaken conception:
yes, it is the summer
that offers me joy
so easy to believe
when winter brings
us pain – in joints,
in frostbitten fingers
in the minds of
jealousy when our friends
flee to now-appreciated
tropical timeshares — now
no more summertime
to share
one dream ends
while we’re trapped
in another
romantic autumn’s
place will come, when
this dull and tiresome
sadness becomes boring
to my fitful, grasping mind
but now, I see only
a broken promise to myself
I wouldn’t become attached
I said
I must have failed
why else would I lay
blame with the season’s change
for my woe
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Non Attachment is Renunciation
While we can happily enjoy conditions while they are good, there is no logical reason to become attached to any particular condition, because they are always changing.
All conditions, situations, people are temporary. They may last what feels like a long time or they may be brief, changing suddenly, unexpectedly, perhaps lost forever. Because when we manifest the same ‘souls’ or similar appearance in our next life, we have absolutely no recollection that we’ve lived it all before. Loved it all before. Losing it once more. And what lessons have we learned? What imprints are left?
With wisdom we can enjoy each appearance, as it arises, unattached. The end of coming is going. The end of meeting is parting. It happens all the time. All at once.
Why take anything so seriously? Life is but a dream. All we need to do to make it a happy one is create causes. By performing virtue. Sacrifice the self-cherishing, maker of all suffering. Ditch the attachment, rooted in self-grasping ignorance. Renounce samsara and all the pain it’s worth.
Stop harming others. Stop harming your self. Three deep breaths. Relax. Shake your sillies out. Volunteer. Don’t take yourself so seriously. Loosen up. Let it be. Love. Become Enlightened. Rejoice endlessly.
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Out brief candle
What character am I today?
Oft I strive for studious, disciplined
Yet my ego shakes those keeners off
and lets me where a suit
I’m likely to get in trouble for
In grade school I was sent
to the lost & found to find
myself in another’s clothes
after boldly wearing my own
t-shirt listing the names of the
popular kids in the class
under the stamp
Cool Girls Suck
something ran amuck —
I cannot comprehend
my own ten year old mind
that thought her teachers
were arrested in the head
these past life impressions pressed
back out, creating misery this time ‘round
Attachment to the ego,
character Thomas B.
never did bring happiness
so I won’t be attached to thee —
what kind of actor am I today?
Who will I be as I create
causes for ultimate peace
not just for me —
what purpose for that?
If I truly love others,
I’ll escape and come back
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Karma v. Equanimity
How can one help but try and remember
Even ask curiously
Who is this and how do I know them from a past life
As I indirectly feed them or compete for
attention or laughter or share an earnest
word on institutional experience
I cannot help but question
How do I know you?
Did we eat at the same table?
Drink from the same cup?
Have I sensually stroked your arm?
Did you birth me from your womb?
Push me on the swing?
So many lives lived unremembered
Remarkable though they seemed
At the time
Gone. Gone from my grasp.
Yet feelings of familiarty arise
At each and every word exchanged
The touches given, stopped
So weird that you could linger
Like an unfounded memory
Yet I know within my heart
That appearance reflects karma
Though unfolded memory remains
Tucked away for enlightened eyes only
A privilege reserved for tenth dimension beings
And here we are struggling in 3D appearance
I don’t hear you in my dreams
No we weren’t that close so recently
But previous lives are infinite
Circular I like to believe
So we’ve had…how many?
Now you stand before me
Like you’ve never known me
But you bear the name I’ve heard before
Under steepled roof, through Christian door
I strive for patience, not to deplore
A despicable name I don’t care for
You aren’t the same though it would appear that way
And de ja vu is pretty peculiar
So the dream I know is a dream getting weirder
As if it’s possible it could be stranger
But that is one thing you’re definitely not
As you avoid my gaze it’s clear
You’ll never shoot your shot and
I think about the shit lot it sometimes
seems I got – gave myself? – a dream with
Suspicious people in my midst
Horrid roommates taking the piss
Out of my very livelihood – what a ride
My karma has given me, so I turn
To the cause, asking
“What has given rise to thee?
What led this John Doe here to me?
What action have a I done or refused
That left this jackoff rather bruised?”
Better perhaps to question
How do I right the wrongs
That led to these damned impressions?
How do I purify the karma in the way
Of the mind that holds steadfastly
Virtuous equanimity, a warm feeling
And friendly attitude to each living being?
That is peace and happiness to me.
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As fate would have it | FF 13
She gets dressed up
Somewhere nice to go
Maybe she’ll meet someone
And be happy for a moment or so
Still, she remembers
Death looms ever close
She’ll lose this appearance forever
And reckon what karma throws
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Misplaced Grief
I thought my pain was due to his absence
yet the delusions arose in his presence
my uncontrolled desirous attachment
formed unfulfilled relationship wishes
I no longer sensed the man behind the mask
begging for a freedom he refused to imagine
loathe to face the grim consequences
of his actions, or their lack
Since Hump Day was a little on the nose, I’ve turned to Thirsty Thursday as the appropriate weekday to share Channeled Love Letters.
These tasty treats range from love poems to stories to love letters to playlists and more! Using intuition, clairvoyance, meditation, and creativity mixed with my own cherishing and affectionate love, I have crafted a mixture of fun, smutty, and heartfelt pieces.
These letters are made of words channeled through me from lost lovers, distant places, notes pressed upon my mental continuum, felt in the world’s energy, experienced directly or made up completely.
If that doesn’t make sense yet, I’m sure it soon will. Today I’ll leave you with something short and sweet.
Subtle Devotion
In quiet moments
My mind calls on you
Astral meditation
I touch your cheek
A muse for your mind
& pray to vain gods
That our karma entwine
The Halfwit Writer 