Unfathomable night of times
that opens and closes
onto the nothingness .
Traveler ! Death greets you !
ultimate communion
to the star,diamond dust
returning ...
Dissolved proton thought
into dark blow, the whole .
In the voice of judgment
shadow seeks the way ...
Or is it just the dream
of a new dawn carrying
within it the seeds
of its own twilight ?
What the point of picking
fruit from this tempting orchard
of eternity, that reveals ,divine,
the tragic absence ?
This is the fame,to which
the inspired spirit succumbs ...
You,breaking the fate of the
clock, dark religion !
prophets ,condemned
to convey ,clouds,the message ,
in letters of rain ...
I lived young titan ,the golden age ,
sleeping Buddha,under your tree,
made us laugh !
Ridding our wind steeds ,
everything was nothing but fury ,
pleasure and possession !
Fear of this turbid uterus
waiting for us after the harvest...
So close the pyre where, remorse,
the remnants were being consumed,
I laid down, adornments
and weapons .
Draped in my nakedness
at the temple steps .
And facing the source
of the night of times ,
meditating on nothingness...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Lorenz, this poem is built on the Buddhist cosmology of states of consciousness, not merely on abstract metaphors. Wonderfully written.
the shape of the wind
doesn't wait
abstract metaphor
Where is Lao Tzu and Bodhidharma's lost shoe he had to climb the mountain with only one. A great poem
at the foot of the mountain
a solitary shoe
awaits the master .
In the Life of Brian Monty Python had a sandal on a stick that the masses followed always wondered if it was this sandal stolen
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