life is suffering
life has purpose
a very strange one
at the end of the winding path
you will inevitably find
that there really
is no there
you will come
to see
enlightenment
is but a joke
no time
for hesitation
Manjushri and his sword
can cut the word
urging you on
frightened of silence
of our own thoughts
Samsara chosen burden
allow it to go
suffering caused by desire
desire to have
and to be
desire is a demon
can lose it
on the eightfold path
mastering the koan
singing Sutra
Buddha's sermon
every time
breaking
ego
Wrote this on a bench in the park today, it was cold, the trees are bare, the wind was blowing. It wasn't comfortable but that was the whole point. Enjoy!
Madevi.
If you want to read more by me, check out some more stuff I wrote:
An anecdotal poetry experiment
When it rains it pours
Dreaming about Steeming
For the love of stones
Mind, body and soul
United dreams
Talk about addiction
Free the drugs
And if you like them, please upvote, resteem or follow! All are appreciated.
Madevi.
umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu!
