Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Poems for meditation (part II)

(from David Holmes, in preparation of meditation Belgrade "Leisure and Urgency")

The Five Hyperlinks of Immortality

Art and allegory are the coded tongue most gifted to speak
Of the fragrance of green grass that delights the fire of ox desire.
Tummy yummy till one fine morning
Up springs the sicky-sweet chartreuse of who am I?  What is this?
Drunk on high-octane effort-spirituality Mind wrestles with its Self and goes mad
Wild delirious wandering off into the wilderness.

In the fragrance of green grass, the click of the cicada: dit dit dit dah dah dah dit dit dit. S.O.S.
Yes!  The nose of my ox must have my undivided attention.
But the nose of my ox is my undivided attention, the prow of the ship of consciousness.
My breath or the candle flame or the sacred syllable or the Lord's Prayer must stand in for the elusive pointedness of this mind chisel that decides the trajectory of all of that burdensome cargo of will and desire and aversion and indifference.

And so on...

And off.

... and on again...

till a small reed boat sidles up to the pier, and the fat man jumps ashore, entering the marketplace with bliss-bestowing hands.

There is no right way to do this, sensei.  All roads lead to roam.

Dit dit dit dah dah dah dit dit dit.

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