Open your mind, heart
to feel what you feel, name it
your Spiritual Guide whispers to you
as a wave that laps the sandy shore, gently
receding, absent whitecaps
Name what you feel
be not afraid
for what rises will fall
and what fear have we
of what is not permanent,
never mind what we cannot name?
What we cannot name does not exist,
so what is it?
and you go within,
as instructed for
within is all there is
when there is
no out there out there
and you feel
disappointment
red, raw, and sinewy
funnily, sadly, and sorely
familiar, rubbed, worn and
blistered, in risk of rot
if you let it fester like
resentment –
you can’t
I was here first your way
in or out of this one
it’s not yours, except
you lay claim to its
disappointment
as though it could have been
if it could have it would have
and it didn’t so it won’t
and you think
acceptance
the sweetest fruit,
sometimes the heaviest to bear
laid at your feet as you risk despair
only having to pick it up, lift it
with legs of wisdom,
but no –
I chose
to disappoint myself
yet, hope
hope is here too
blossoming as a new bud
for disappointment
could not create sorrow
where love and compassion
had already taken root –
my mind protected by a gate of
incredible goodness, the only pleasure
I’ll happily increase in samsara’s garden
where running never yields escape
for the iron fence is the nature
of the mind – presently misunderstood
so hope,
hope that yields to faith
is what transforms my dream
because I must believe that
change is possible, is real
to make progress, effort, heal
I trust my Spiritual Guide’s instructions
for I put them to the test
and when hope transformed to purest
Faith, I see they are the best
and still my foolish mind cannot
afford to rest
because I was the mind of
unnecessary disappointment today
the utmost waste of breath
when each and every thing that’s ripened
has been for my swift path’s benefit
so this too I will transform
and birth love so great it shall
become the norm, even if time be brief
we have so little to work with,
yet there’s so much we can achieve
if we hold correct belief
so, still I see the disappointment
my mind claims as mine – though truly
I could do without, here, add to that list
my deluded doubt
I know my happiness doesn’t lie here,
and still I mourn a temporary loss –
so instead, I donate
these mistaken minds to the cause,
the cause of the effect, the only one
I wish to possess, the greatest mind
of precious Enlightenment
(for others’ benefit, may I forever cease
these horrible, painful minds of suffering)
The Halfwit Writer 