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Buddhism Love Letters Poetry Thirsty Thursday

Remember me? | Letter 9

Dear Karmic Potential,

Are we meeting again?
Have we met before?
Your appearance undoes me
but when I search
I cannot find me at all
nor can I find you

It’s like you’re in a different city
— certainly not here
and yet your closeness lingers
as though you are still near

Suddenly I am all the days
you choose to ignore
and I am the grasping
and I am the craving once more

Still, I cannot but hope you
also feel my presence
maybe yearn for my embrace
begging time be brief ‘tween now
and next you’ll see my face

I pray it be this lifetime
I pray delusion-free
Yet if I have to wait another ten
rounds to serve with you, I will

Love wishes only happiness
so that is all I wish for you

I know it’s all wrong
if ever samsara feels right
but this I am certain of, also,
we can, we will escape

Why not tonight?

Love,
A past and future partner in (escaping) crime

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Buddhism Love Letters Thirsty Thursday

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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Buddhism Philosophy

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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Poetry

Pandora’s Box

I’ve come across you
twice before

and each time

I opened you!

Alas, even
the second time
I knew!

To tell you
the truth…

I would do it again.

It is said,
we run straight
to the causes
of our suffering

My experience
could be proof

Though I may act
quite aloof
(or at times a goof)

I am burning with 
desire inside
egotistical pride

seven sins wrapped
up tight

in the unforgetting world
it is difficult
to let go of attachment

So faced with the choice 
once more – to open
or leave closed
hell’s wicked door

I swing it wide
and hop the hearth
to the other side

to tell you the truth…
I’m just exhausting
negative karma

bringing about 
the end of these
tiresome cycles

how ’bout you help? 

Tell me the truth…
would you open the box?

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Buddhism Poetry

A Wish

I will never convince you
I have abandoned my madness
As long as you are shrouded in yours

You will not, cannot see
past your veil of ignorance
to what I’ve now become

But every day, with purest love
I wish only everlasting peace
and happiness upon you


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Firescape Fridays Philosophy

Effortless Escape | FF 14

With each rain that comes, the plants and trees bear their happy adversity, making constant meaning from madness.

They do not stop to wallow in the swamp of their existence. They keep growing, often sacrificing their bodies for others.

There is no exasperation at the reckless imposition stabbed by man, only continual growth in spite of sabotage.

We are still the lonely hunters, destroying the homes of attachment-driven creatures grasping at their existence.

Tightly.

Shall we, instead, unfurl our leaves and enjoy the difficulties samsaric existence brings – in order to evade its illusive attack so that we may escape – at least the worries!

Growing wiser, effortlessly, as the plants, the trees.

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Poetry

Curious Delusion

Am I curious again?

Let me stay in the stage of discovering

Don’t let it end

Happiest I am dancing through the maze

Don’t let it end

I’m content being lost as long as I’m left here

Don’t let it end

In Samsara’s pleasure garden, no one wishes for

the end of the line

I’m satisfied to discover new suffering

Don’t let it end


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Poetry

Escape

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