Thursday, March 1, 2012

Seeping Shallow

I am at the end
Of loving you
It was a hard fought battle
I am ashamed
But my tears are hollow
Seeping shallow
No longer true
My attachment has waned
I am now through
I am sorry
For this betrayal
My blood flows backwards
I am sorry.

In Clandestine Corners

I placed a flower on your grave
Something so ordinary
I hope you not object
To this mundane gesture
Your aura still permeates
In clandestine corners
And butterflies appear
Whenever you are near
My mother always cries
When a butterfly hovers close
Because she knows it is you
I hope you not object
To our mundane sentiments
We miss you so
Yet, you never left
I feel your whispers
In clandestine corners
We miss you so

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Do not pursue the past.
Do not lose yourself in the future.
The past no longer is.
The future has not yet come.
Looking deeply at life as it is.
In the very here and now, the practitioner dwells in stability and freedom.
We must be diligent today.
To wait until tomorrow is too late.
Death comes unexpectedly.
How can we bargain with it?
The sage calls a person who knows how to dwell in mindfulness night and day,
'one who knows the better way to live alone.'
Bhaddekaratta Sutta

In the Seas of Samsara

In the seas of Samsara, we meet
Amidst ruin
We are drowning collectively
Yet, a kind smile
Paves the way
Hope in the hearts of the people
And tranquility in the mind
Quiets the hell
And it dissipates
We are our own abusers
We are our own accusers
No one imprisons us, but ourselves
We alone can release
That inner woe
We alone can liberate ourselves
And that liberation begins with love.
No longer attached to the turbulent seas
Samsara ceases to exist.
The illusion evaporates.
We rise.
We are free.