Monthly Archives: April 2012

Being Buddha

This poem was inspired by the Vajra Guru Mantra.


nought is infinite is all


Cast adrift upon the mind of time

Like lotuses pelted by raindrops

We remain in place, bound to the mud

Of eternity.


But raindrops cease and sky clears

And the burgeoning sun

Amidst the glorious clouds of day

And the mystic moon

In the dark blue robe of night

– Radiant tangents articulate being


What is this being?

Am I?

Clearly I must be.

Unclarity itself being meaning too.

Until in time the mind ignites

In pangs of ceasing

And unceasing bliss

And knows

And knows



In death


The Sunflower

Sunflower dazzles in rays of summer

Like mind in its enlightenment state,

At rest in its innate effulgence.

Erect, uncouth,

Its nature embodies the ineffable glory of

What is.

Who makes the sunflower?

It makes itself,

Itself its own unfolding essence,

Its flowering simple, yet utterly profound,

Time-bound yet timeless.

Explain to me the sunflower,

The mystery of what it is.

No words suffice to state its glory,

No bliss penetrates its innate intelligence.

Complex, yet simple.

Simple, yet complex.

Its essence is transdual,

Immaculate, perfect,

Just as you are, right now, reading this.

You are the sunflower.

The sunflower is you,

To whom I offer this kiss.