your ticket
turns to ash as
you hand it to the
man with sun blind
eyes that tells you the
turning must happen in your
heart if you wish for the cycle of
saṃsāra to stop so that you can get
off this ride that cuts the night with fire
burning cold in so many thirsty lost dreams.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: June 10th, 2019 16:43
- Comment from author about the poem: Written after reading about the tantric teachings of Kālacakra.
- Category: Religion
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Comments1
Don't know much about Buddhism, but I know that life can feel like a never ending wheel ride. "Lost dreams," happen in abundance and people either adapt or fall to the wayside. This was a fantastic expression of life's ride and the desires of the riders. A great little poem with an intense message and colorful presentation . A keeper. - Phil A.
Thank you my friend!
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