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

 

Itself

In death

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