Endless: Wheeling

And then
The bottom fell out
Of everything
And I forgot it all!

It’s almost as if
There were two of me:
A “Dharma Lee”
And a “Samsara Lee”

And I’m alternating
Between the two
And getting lost
And getting found,

Seeing reality
From alternate points of view,
Eyes open
But vision filtered by cosmic dust.

Is this how
It’s supposed to go?
Or is there such a such?
Oh well, it IS how it’s going

And so, I just keep going
And see what comes up next,
Turning the page
And reading on;

Don’t know
How far I’ve got to go,
Not even sure if
I’m going anywhere at all!

Some days up,
Some days down,
Some days can’t tell,
Some days just looking up
From the bottom of a very deep well.

Endeavouring: Exploring the Stream

If there were a division
Between Nirvana and Samsara,
Nirvana would be unattainable
But as there is no separation,
There is nothing to attain,

Nevertheless, Nirvana is realized
But what is realized?
We all live in delusion
And will continue to do so,

But as this delusion is shared,
There is no reason for sorrow
And yet there is ample justification for compassion,
As attachment to this delusion produces much suffering;

But the good news is
This suffering is
Not distinct from Nirvana,
As they are inseparable;

Looking through suffering,
One sees Nirvana
And looking through Nirvana
One sees there is suffering,

The one supports the other,
So one needs to let go of both
And yet there is no need to let go of either,
For holding on is inseparable from letting go.

Suffering is really no different from not suffering,
So there’s nothing to worry about,
One is always secure,
Always safe;

It’s said that
In understanding one Noble Truth,
For example, suffering, one understands them all.
YES! I think perhaps this is so.

Endeavour: Investigating Aversion

“I can hardly wait
To get out of here,”
The thought ripped repeatedly,
Surprising me completely!

But writing about it
Brought me naught,
Except to
Bring attention to the aversion.

Even though I’d rather
Be somewhere else,
The mental spasms are reduced
Enough to break loose;

But
What is this disruptive power?
And where from?
Turning inward, I look,

Gazing steadily,
Seeing hardness
And residual tension,
Resistant and grim,

A roaring
Rattles in the ears
But I also hear
A clock ticking somewhere;

I wonder,
How long will this last
Before relaxation
Comes to pass?

Watching continuously,
Breathing in deeply,
Breathing out fully,
And then waiting patiently.