By Wizardlokutus-prime. Sunday, December 7, 2008 10:44:20 PM
mind, flower, Poet, Buddha
...
where are you taking me?
i asked my mind.
came back reply,
on a journey to self
and there to find
what you seek from life.
how shall i know
when i am there?
came back reply,
when all is laid bare.
what shall i do
when this i see?
came back reply,
you will know -
as does eternity.
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(c)lokutus
ZEN prime[/B]
By Wizardlokutus-prime. Sunday, December 7, 2008 2:11:52 PM
mind, flower, Poet, Buddha
...
when we evince innermost thought
through meditation, is this illusion
from some sort of suspended state,
in which mind is not asleep or awake?
is what we feel the revelation
of nothingness, and if it is
what then? a vacuum of preservation,
a space entirely devoid of matter,
not even the clapping of a single hand
to replace wordly chatter?
i would rather be in pasadena
or in some place where
i can see and feel
things i know are not surreal.
but my buddhist friend,
would convince me otherwise,
by telling me to close my eyes. [/ALIGN]
(c)lokutus
ZEN prime[/B]
By Wizardlokutus-prime. Sunday, December 7, 2008 12:02:53 AM
mind, flower, Poet, rhyme
...
When looking at
that flower
you call the mind
whose petals are
a cover, are a blind,
take care -
for introspection
and the like
changes the petal's hue
and leads you
on a path you never saw,
far different than the one
you walked before.
(c)lokutus
ZEN prime[/B]