Jon Nakapalau

kālacakra ferris wheel

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.

Comments1

  • MendedFences27

    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.



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