Know me, choose to know me and know that you are not alone but I will not make you less lonely knowledge will not make you less lonely that always you will want only to be alone
Know me see my sorrow unpromised to a single cause observe that anchor-attached I will drown you will watch as you are drowning we are overwhelmed alone
Know me then choose to leave me low and wet high and dry ecologically drained and emotionally filled venomous — or is it toxic? — she is both, alone
Know me do not. do not learn. a box better left lidded monogrammed P a sell-sword’s secret sealed unabandoned, undone better to un-know better to be alone
Know me. Choose to know me. Know that you are not alone, but it does not matter when self-cherishing strangles the virtue that prompts the mind that yearns will cut off compassion, love and choose the self.
words on words he flipped the bird and entertained absurdity ‘n’ torn paper’s frayed kaleidoscope image he is his cage his father’s father was delayed in learning virtue was the way and still today a family pays
absurd’s the word you heard it hear it first from me and then find a qualified source for I have a message that demand’s to be bottled and caught and released that beast, the words on words you’d rather she’d heard thather than the ones you … wish!!! you could amend
[Narrator: *coughs* I hate to bring that up again]
yet the part demands to be played and so another family paid karma sweet, then karma tart karma baked in humble pie ripens as happiness and fortunes that fly as the reins of wisdom slap their steeds we’ll leave samsara and all its feasts before the bottle rolls on shore ‘fore the greatest battle, raw guts gore ‘fore Dharma is lost forevermore
for the 11th is so far away seeming like an eternity – too long to let my family pay so nonsense verse I offer up like empty teacup stainless pot water boils yet is not hot
for all the teachings yet to come may each have meaning, every one and ‘fore this verse starts making sense I’ll lose the train of th . . . like I’ve lost cents a lazy rhyme an uneven rhythm to trip the orator a great let down is samsara’s treasure 🤑
I always wanted the best for you that’s kind of why I wished you knew what you wanted in life, mostly and, you know, kind of who you’d like to be maybe one or two simple goals a job, career — a commitment-phobe is what I got instead with stress and anxiety round his balding head, and don’t get me started on the gluten allergy
okay, I’ll try not to make it personal –
as a bodhisattva, with bodhichitta I now pray for each and every being to be happy each and every day for all suffering to be gone for even you to get your fill for not one enemy I claim not one ounce of ill will remains
I hope you’re happy on your path I hope you’re surrounded with love and laughs I haven’t left a bit of wrath to blame anything on you even when I wanted to instead I saw the good you grew in me and many others
despite the bumpy, gritty roads calves in ditches and girl scout notes the ups and downs and round and rounds and endless suffering, I’d choose it all again — if I don’t escape this life we’re bound to repeat that goddam strife because we couldn’t close the loop our destiny will be to regroup
unless one of us is liberated, one of us is freed although I wish it would be you I must know it will be me
if what I see in you, is merely a mirror of myself a bloody tormented soul I’ve now left upon the shelf a chrysalis ripped apart the snakeskin that I shed unlike losing hair upon your head, intentional, even you remember intention maybe you even have it now
I believe we all can change
I’m doing it somehow
all beings will destroy delusions all virtue will ensue all beings become Buddhas
It laps my shore I lick it up, moistened soft and damp left yearning unoiled lamp left polished but wanting wear
I’m earthen –yet rarely feet have trodden here while I walk the substrate bare- footed, rare to see another with the will to exhaust such karma there– upon my earth travellers now fear such dirt and toxins leached have run amuck now gotten stuck upon my shores where you wish to lap me up
I do not trust I will not harm the beings near and you, my dear
I stretch my eye to the edge of the horizon — trying to find where water ends and sky begins unaware I’m standing in that ether now my waist deep wading transcends liminal space and I no longer seek to stretch my sightless senses far but rather remain to feel the space around
I look up and down and see that in the sky, reflected back, a different sea, a cloud soaring condensation ready to transform at any moment, dark and massive holding deceptive weight threatening to rise the tides and drown us all
I don’t trust the water
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I am of the air
I do not trust the fire
I love it, though, and how alluring it dances and matches my rhymic fancies alighting neither here nor there
like spark to ash rising into the night up to the stars –suddenly dying, vanishing and descending silently — crying and proclaiming that life’s not fair
the fire burns me up its heat draws me in as if an answer to the ice around my heart as if it could possibly melt lifetimes of anger turned sorrow to rock how I wished the fiery heat-of-passion- spawned aggression was the answer crystal clear — yet the delusion’s not so before I’m eaten up I make like a deer and run
I do not trust the fire
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I am of the light
I do not trust the space my depth perception’s off my conception’s out of place I do not trust the time the way it moves so slow to the uncomprehending mind that dims my afterglow
I don’t like the space between us as messages get lost, and when you’re seeing me as separate with problems you are fraught I see emptiness before me yet mistakenly, I know naming ordinary appearance where boundless magic grows
I do not like refraction how it contaminates my rays I am pure light I feel it yet space eliminates & constrains — though I am the brilliant being
I don’t trust the space
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I am of deep ignorance
or else I would escape this elemental game — this cyclical existence in which I’m continuously betrayed by each and all delusions that gather round my head and constrict my heart’s pace so I can barely catch my breath it’s time to let this go into the water I will drown them & with the current let them flow
I thought to be pursued would be fun, a real romp.
It wasn’t.
I thought to be beheld as beautiful could give me confidence, know my beauty.
It didn’t.
I thought to be loved to could open my heart, make me love.
It couldn’t.
I thought when tested, I would pass.
I didn’t.
“We will only engage in pure spiritual practice if we have definitely understood that we have a precious human life and we have to use it now. We can die today. It’s possible.”
The Halfwit Writer 