Category: Reflections

Illusory singular irregularity
Of certainty’s regular singularity

Bound by 
Unknowable perpetual 
Boundless range,
Understood as
Abstraction of conceptual
Changeless change

Unattached Afflictions
Unattached Affections
Unattached Reflections  

At vertex of angle of incidence 
Thoughts reflect coincidence
Toward vantage at angle of reflection, 
From vector of perfection. 

True view is infinite and vast. 
Relax and release mind of thought.
Shatter that which arises, 
        with “p-hat!”
Transparent and clear at last, 
Recognize pure awareness sought,
Without notion such this or that. 

Meditate on rays of love and wisdom,
Rest in awareness beyond description. 
Abide by flow of primordial glow.
Decide with conviction absolute,
On one thing and one thing only, resolute. 

In action as the compassionate one, 
Momentary thoughts leave no trace, 
Like writing on ocean’s surface.
Arising and liberation become
natural and continuous cure,
Without trace and innately pure. 
With confidence in liberation of rising thoughts, succumb. 

For view is of three part in communion, 
Meditation is wisdom and love in union
Accompanied by action of compassion. 

(A reflective render on The Special Teaching of the Wise and Glorious King)

Without suffering,
  no salvation to be won. 
Without adversity, 
  nothing to overcome. 

With nothing to surrender
  difficult to render realization
  of impermanence, 
  which leads to an awareness 
  of inherit emptiness, 
The awareness, 
  of  self-liberation. 

If on fire would one not extinguish? 
What does one do when hungry?
When tired and sleepy? 
When cold and fire burns low? 

In pain, seek relief, 
  when sick the cure. 
Before a reaping one must sow. 

Ponderously Planting trees,
Whose prospective shade
In full bloom will not shelter me,
who aspires for whom,
If all, even “I” are empty?

The guide to land of milk and honey
Promised they who followed,
Tribes that once worshiped hollows, 
Over countless dunes of sand,
There they'd find the promised holy land,
Consecrated by where would stand
No man but son of man.

For on the tribal pyre,
Burns liberties fire. 

Ponderously Planting trees,
Who and whom would free,
If all by self are freed? 

A thing can only be described
  by its constituent parts. 
A tree is it’s leaves, 
  roots, trunk, and bark... 
I, of mind, body, heart...

And parts themselves but part. 

Where does a thing end, 
Where does it start
When collective  but part
  of still some greater part? 

God preached 
more reflection 
of who preaches,
From who’s lips
Illusions slip.  

In truth found
In heart’s bounds
Of those meek,
And lord’s love seek.