Sunday 26 August 2012

BICYCLE RIDE


Every step on the pedal takes you forward 


Every turn of the wheel rolls on newer ground


The rugged path ahead may be hazy


And the road ahead may let me down


But with resilient air in the tyres, to cushion me


And the power of hope to thrust ahead


With handles of wisdom to steer around steep corners


And the cool breeze of love gently caressing my face


How pleasant is it to bicycle!


How pleasant is this bicycle ride of life!

THE HEART OF EMPTINESS


The heart of all is emptiness

The soul of all is emptiness

Essence of all things is emptiness

Emptiness! Emptiness!

Everything is emptiness!

The body you and I reside, is emptiness

The mind you fathom with, is emptiness

Sensation and feeling; thought and intent

Urge and action; perception and consciousness

All of these are nothing but emptiness!

All phenomena are emptiness

All objects are but emptiness

Dependent rising is emptiness

Causality is emptiness 

So in emptiness

Nothing is born and nothing dies

Nothing is pure, nothing is defiled

Nothing rises and nothing falls

Nothing exists without the all

So also in emptiness

There are no eyes and there are no ears  

No act of seeing; no act of hearing

No thought; no feeling
No desire; no craving

No free will; No consciousness

No perception; no knowledge

No ignorance; no suffering

No birth and no death

Thus is the truth of emptiness! The wisdom of emptiness!

The heart of all things! Emptiness!

Emptiness!! Emptiness!

LIFE'S TROPHY


Another long tiring day has come to an end

 
Another sultry night has crept in


I still strive with the same old trivial grievances


I still trip over the same stones of prejudice


And still slip on the slopes of my own obstinacy


When will you and I learn the rules of this never ending game of life?


However you toss and play, and however you ascend


However you trick and however much you win


Life always remains a level playing field


When you, me and everyone, all shall conquer the trophy of death!



Saturday 25 August 2012

FACE OF WISDOM


Oh wise one! Master of the self and sentience   
                                

The brilliant volcano of your intelligence


Cannot be hidden under the ocean of your humility


As pearls of your wisdom overflow to the surface


A kind heart and a soft smile, adorns your serene face


A poor wandering raft such as me, wallowing with clumsy oars


How can I not but tremble in awe of you!



FISH ASHORE


The time has come and the tide has receded




The baren rocks are all exposed


A fish caught between rocks and sand


Where can I swim today?


My gills are dry and muddy


My heart is clogged with purple blood


My my scales are peeling


 And my fins flutter in the cold empty air


How long will this agnoy last


How long will the celestial fisherman play?


SHALLOW WISDOM


Shallow waters no longer  wet your feet




No more hollow glances pretending to greet




No empty tears to flowing down the drain




No moonlit skies beclouded with pain




No more monstrous feelings  to be slain




Yet ultimate wisdom! Can it ever be gained! 





RISE AND FALL


In the rise and fall of every breath


Life and death join hands to play


In the rise and fall of every breath


The clock of time just ticks away


In the rise and fall of every breath


Experience fades away


In this rise and fall of every day


Which one is the last one?


Which one will take my breath away! 

Sunday 5 August 2012

MARINATED FOR THE RAVEN


Oh starving raven waiting for this very day


As you esuriently peck on the reddened flesh off my rotting carcass


How do you put up with its rancid taste?


Is my flesh not bitter, with hatred for the people I didn’t care about?


Is it not sour with desire, for things I still craved?


Is it not hot with anger for the people who came in my way?


Is it still slimy with my covert selfishness hidden by my overt smile?


Is it not salty with my pointless pride?


Oh raving raven is there still enough love to make it sweet


As all my pomp and glory is now heaped up as meat


Oh feathered brother!  How could you relish what you eat!



WASHED AWAY


In the vicious whirlpool of thought


My drowning soul gets dragged away


In the overpowering stream of ideas


 My mind sinks to its demise


In this world of form and appearances


My deluded heart dies to preference


When the tide rises and the flood of death finally sweeps me over


What of me is still left to be washed away? 

WAITING FOR THE WIND


The sky is clear and the night is young


And darkness is here to stay


My sole candle still burns with delight


Awaiting the fateful wind!


My wick looks up to the heavenly sky


And my light fills the dark universe


But for the passing wind


Will I not enlighten another night?


Will I not last till I burn and melt away?


WORD OUT OF PLACE


A word after a sentence kills its meaning




A slip on top, still makes you fall




A door at the end, a new beginning




A funeral, a mere wake up call?

CELESTIAL AMNESIA


From the beginning of time, I came into this world!

 

A billion years have passed since!



Yet I crave this very moment



 As smoke plays on the empty shadows



How did I forget my face?