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Beyond the Clouds

. . . and trying to get to the other side

Another christmas pudding

I didn't eat any christmas pudding
I'm taking this amitarya path very seriously
a hint of cognac was all that did it
no christmas pudding for me

There is another Christmas pudding
we'll have it on New Year's eve
it's different, not as luxurious
perhaps I'll have loosened my views

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skyping around the world

From half way around the world
a hello from my fellow amitaryas
turning up on my screen

Prasada's voice comes through
loud with a faint crackle
my voice is muted
I type away

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tears in my eyes

never thought a simple comment
a small gesture
a lump in the throat
could cause tears to well up in my eyes

sat there sniffling
big drops falling from my eyes
in front of the tv

scratchy throat

I woke up swallowing nails
the pain in my throat unbearable
and it wasn't even me doing the yelling last night

the sneezing started in the afternoon
then the spices in the air tickled my throat
coughing ensued

I've been covering my head all day yesterday and today
trying to keep the cold out and the heat in
protecting the body of the common cold

loosening the string

stretched guitar strings
don't play at all
in compensating we break the string

life sways back and forth
up and down
our whims take us here and there

when will the pendulum stop?

diving into the pringles' tube

seeking comfort food
the only way to ease the pain
of this afternoon's fight

temperature dropping

have you ever seen frozen air
winter has arrived today
short days long dark nights

mind slips

yesterday i confused shed for sled
my mind slipped
I drew a shed but image of tobaggan came to mind

joyous cry

a good fight ensued
after two words were spoken
it happens so quickly these days
flip a coin, heads hug, tail tell the truth

what is truth and where does she live
coming out of the darkness
leading us down the garden path
the heart beats faster
turn back don't trust the truth

give up and start again
colour flows from the face
the pounding in the heart fades
laugh it off

wake up shake off the dream
visitors only come at night
sending messages from the other world

nowhere to turn
nothing to hide
and everything is okay
NAMO AMIDA
Truth rejoices
and I cry
we are akinin

winterscape

frost on trees a white winter scene
whizzing by in the fog
low sun dim light

quicksand

not seeing quicksand
mud rose up to my eyeballs
struggle seen no more

An itch

tickling irritating
an itch emerges from nowhere
scratching sigh of relief

it doesn't go away
is this what life is about
the itch that won't go away

signs on the white path

stuck in the past tense
memories glued to bottom of boots
wherever I walk mud clouds the present moment
nostalgia washes over me
yet again my eyes are misty
my heart screeches as it slips down the slippery slope
on yesterdays news

thinking i must move
one step at a time
going forward but stepping back
the direction remains the same
westward bound

delusions surround me
waves of greed
waves of hate
stick to the white path
sometimes narrow
sometimes gone

trust Amida
the path is there
Shakyamuni walked it
many great Buddhas
from Dipamkara to Lokeshvararaja
many more like Maitreya

going deeper
reaching higher
still the mists
of delusion in my mind

Drawing Game

throw the die, pick card
draw the item - bad or good
whatever you do draw

Forgotten Amitarya

No post came today
silence envelopes me
no news is good news

bombu

Still not good enough
craving to be accepted
Calling AMIDA


Holiday mode

Christmas lights blinking
Decorations sitting room
Buddhists having fun

Dancing in the mist

Three years old -fast growth
Amitarya with her wings
rebirth is now complete