Split with Slidhr

1. Wasteland Revived

The poet said:
“And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you
I will show you fear in a handful of dust”

What the poet did not know –and I knew neither-
Was that from this dust, watered by the Tears of the damned (as Milton said and Milton was wise),
The most precious flower bloomed: a proud Chrysanthemum.

2. Death of the Ego

oṃ namo bhagavatyai ārya prajñāpāramitāyai!

In total void, an eternal motion:
A pulse, a vibration - the life resides not in energy
Nor its lack, but in Emptiness.
The birds travel East: a pilgrimage of wanderlust.

Not in breathing, nor in expiration -
The Heart bleeds words of wisdom
When still. He who walks with you,
when you walk alone knows the truth:

“All Buddhas in the past, present and future
by practicing
the Insight that Brings Us to the Other Shore
are all capable of attaining
Authentic and Perfect Enlightenment.”

But I had killed Buddha, when I met her near
The Gateless Gate, that starless night,
When chysanthema blessed the ambience
With discordant fragrance. And my heart quote:

“All bear the mark of Emptiness;
their true nature is the nature of
no Birth no Death,
no Being no Non-being,
no Defilement no Purity,
no Increasing no Decreasing.”

Beyond Body and Spirit, Life
And death, hate and love, the interlocking
Wedding of opposites and synonyms, beyond the
chemical union, lies my Heart watering
the Wisdom of Chrysanthema.

gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā.
gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā.
gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā.

3. Dispossession

From our shells
We must break free
We cast the Circle
To exit the Flesh

One is Lost
Until one lets go
All is lost
Before transformation of the soul

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