Life when it meets Death Sees all the colors of the rainbow, fire, earth, water, and air Red most of all Swallowed, diminished into darkness. And silence. All that are left are the images of the memories of the Good and the Bad The Hopes and the Fears. The Love and the Price to be […]
The flight of a heron piercing solitude. Thoughts of Love.A Mozart symphony. Nietzsche and Shakespeare. Pondering how,If we are free of the future, why do we sense its finger always upon our pulse?Yeats’ poem to Irish actress Maud Gonne (after her refusal of marriage)Spiraling in my mind: I would that we were, my beloved, white
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Enlightenment is not day and night.Enlightenment is an infinite trail of sunrisesFinding us. We are birds who will meet of a seasonPassing life and truth on to othersThrough usTill we part. Pieces of the mirror:Siddhārtha GautamaVirginia WoolfMarc ChagallStephen HawkingAnna Karenina. Suffering’s as much a part of life’s existenceAs breath, flesh, and blood. When Yashoda, foster-mother
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In Buddhism the individual does not “own” her levels of Enlightenment. They are property of Enlightenment itself. As the morning is not owned by the sun.
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In the depth of the snowbound hours of winterIn the private of my stolen-alone hours of silenceIn the heart of all forgotten, phantom cosmonautsI find images of you. With twinges of fear, I confess: What if we never had met?What if Gabriel? What if Gretta?What if I’d never read them in Joyce? Never his ‘Dubliners’?
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