Ideas realized
The insignificance of significance,
Incredibly we can gaze from the Vantage of a distant planet,
Upon our homeward in marvel,
And yet collectively not strive to preserve it,
That is the greater wonder.
May we one day appreciate significance of insignificance.
How unfortunate to think
Eden forbidden and mythic.
For any spot on Earthly sphere,
Not spoiled nor exploited
by industries’ grinding gear,
And greed’s insatiable
Need to exploit for gain
Again and again,
Is Eden paradisic.
What is this planet Earth,
If not a paradise in the vastness
Of empty spacial dearth.
The sangha are many,
That in buddha are one,
And in dhamma are none.
That which cannot be
described in abstract,
nor ascertained in construct,
is ultimate reality.
Mediative Mind,
aware of the abstract
nature of consciousness,
and kind.
Like breath in the wind,
the disillusioned see not
the three gems within.
Profess how I long,
Through metered song
To rhythmic tick and every tock
Of celestial cosmic clock,
That counts by years,
A turning golden gear,
For thy scared kiss,
Beloved, Eurydice,
Veiled by chimeric myst
Of the depths of hell,
Where twice you fell.
Forever together in heart,
Ever in temporal plane apart.
Reflections during a summer solstice… Content in the realization that the declination of my Earthly Sol now travels north, toward final winter’s hibernation. To what point oratory hyperbole and grandiloquence bombast? Magniloquence verbosity with pomposity elocution? Eloquence replaced with rant and discourse, and oration displaced by balderdash fustian frustration. Waxing exclusive warring tribes, and inkish snide eclipsing waning inclusive benevolent compassion. You know not me, nor I any more learned of you. Where does humanity hide?
If wise then precious bought, for wisdom’s cost, all one sought. In transience there is but naught. Transcended, all lies in divine thought, awakening mind that knows all, beckoning voice that ever calls.
Finger swirl,
temporal whirl
around center
not really there,
atop a vast
placid ocean.
Dance done,
dissipation,
the aggregates
of self,
into time’s motion
and a spatial sea
sublime.