Those untied Ties they’d seek. Those tied Untied would be.
Tied to Inner Sea Tides
In Fall
Leaf on wind
attached
no more shall be.
Recognition
as descends,
it was apart
yet part of tree.
Unbound
“Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul”
“One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them”
An eternal ring binds the conceptual mind. While In fellowship's might Burns freedom's light. By Middle way found Go those unbound, With abundance, midst dearth Those bound to Middle Earth.
Eye Of Needle
Sutras pierce, Tantric thread. Persistent existence Fabric, Said. One a beat, Other, hum. Sung Since all Time begun.
May I:
Revere all beings;
Shelter the ill-natured,
overwhelmed by illusion
of Samara’s ring;
Regard myself as inferior,
and deem others as superior;
In all my actions, watch my mind;
See all as spiritual friends in kind;
Comfort the conquered
and offer conquest of caliber;
Offer support and jubilation to others,
and smother the suffering of many Mothers;
See all things as hallucination,
and without attachment gain freedom from illusion.
(A contract reflection of "Eight Verses For Training the Mind")
Twelve Meditations
Taking refuge in Buddha Taking refuge in Dhamma Taking refuge in Sangha Developing Morality Developing Concentration Developing Wisdom Determination to be free, Influenced by mind of enlightenment, Wisdom, realizing the ultimate nature of existence Discover true state Without doubt Of self-liberation. Base, Path, Fruit of Base, Path, Fruit of Base, Path, Fruit
Empty Space Of Space Empty
Naught within
if naught without
Naught that will end
that did not begin
Naught begins
that will not end
Nothing open
not enclosed
Nothing closed
not once open
Space empty
of empty space
Empty space
of space empty
All different
in difference same
In variance
on universal plane
What Moore
There is naught eternal
But not eternal
Naught inherent
Nor apparent
Nothing finite
Not part infinite
In Process…
South of st louis, Two strays took canvas Through plains of kansas Via missouri. Windmills Stood Stilled Betwixt plains and hills. Mountain dark shadows Over elk king’s meadow, There snow-melt stream Divided sun and moon beams. Where flats met heights, Rung sacred rites, Sung by the sands of time Casting shadowy lines.
