By Muttering Madzub
Sitting with Samsarawatching waves go by.
Illusion and fantasy follow rivulets and eddies
that disappear as the current
carries the dream remnants
to the great ocean of forgetting
Samsara beckons me to join her babbling waters
voices calling me to leave
the pool where I sit.
The journey of the stream is so enticing
But when I bow to quench my thirst
My mouth is dry and wanting.
Samsara, maiden of mist and smoke
You promise your heart
yet spurn your lovers
as they fawn over you.
Your cruel intentions are veiled
with sweet lies.
Love is not in you Samsara,
Your capacity for intimacy
is shadowed by your ego.
No place for any other in your bed
Yet you bed all
with your siren call.
Samsara, you rise to slip into your element
And motion me to follow
Your desires drip like honey
Sweet without sustenance.
I am enticed, yet,
My desire is elsewhere.
Samsara my heart has found the Other
The One that sits quietly inside me
waiting for my attention.
I feel the Presence of ancient arms
Embracing and holding me
Enfolding me in crystal luminescence.
No attachment
No thought
No path
No dream
No suffering
No Samsara
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Ah! Lovely. Thanks Mudzhub.
ReplyDeletemy heart has found the Other
The One that sits quietly inside me
waiting for my attention.
I feel the Presence of ancient arms
Embracing and holding me
Enfolding me in crystal luminescence.
indeed Samsara is a ever vanishing. May we all be graced to find the One Who is Within and Without, without End, Ever Present, Ever Lasting.
Thank you my Brother!
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ReplyDeleteBut when I bow to quench my thirst
My mouth is dry and wanting."
Yes, isn't this the root of our unhappiness? Does unquenched spiritual hunger lie underneath every angst, anger, depression, suicide, violent act and addiction?
Reading your words this Monday morning invoke a subtle readjustment. It is all samsara before us, big and noisy, seemingly real but utterly empty. It is the Other within that gives us our every true desire and the happiness we so constantly seek.
Beautiful words, Madzub, powerful and touching. Thank you.
Thank you dear sister!
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