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
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?
Clearly I must be.
Unclarity itself being meaning too.
Until in time the mind ignites
In pangs of ceasing
And unceasing bliss
The unity of things
Cannot be cognized.
The perfection of things
Cannot be apprehended.
Abandon attachment to distinctions,
Simply abiding in the being of being itself.
Sunflower dazzles in rays of summer
Like mind in its enlightenment state,
At rest in its innate effulgence.
Its nature embodies the ineffable glory of
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,
Just as you are, right now, reading this.
You are the sunflower.
The sunflower is you,
To whom I offer this kiss.