Well, that was useful,
To let go of the past,
To temporarily forget
For as long as this lasts;
These regular eruptions
Are such diverting interruptions,
Then I bring the attention back
And await the next attack.
Mara strikes fast
And out pours another blast,
From the volcano within
Upwells a ferocious din.
But eventually I return
And Mara’s invitations do spurn,
Then peaceful and free,
Sidestep another spree.
Even when I do stumble
And take a tumble,
Eventually I pop right up
And continue on to further work,
Rekindling the spirit
And refreshing the mind
With whatever skillful means
My heart can find.
With compassionate eyes
I turn towards the trouble,
Pouring water on the lava,
To soothe the hot river;
Then more gently it flows
Cools down and less glows,
Gradually hardening into strength
And returning harmlessly to earth.