Tag: mirror of Dharma

I am confronted again
by my own stunted patterns
how could I be filled with pride:
the greatest obstacle to walking
an increasing path
               in which we never die

filled with ignorance
           and such regret
        I cry
               with nothing left
                         but to purify

with the sun still streaming
      through my frosted window
a reminder of my dreaming   
the rainbowed light flows
passing through shadow
a darkness inseparable from form
I stare out at and breathe in the pine
           while light beams dance
             born from cause divine

never again, I promise,
                        I lie