bodhi…

can you not hear it
the shuffling cadence of death
slow muffled drumbeats
moving ever close to you
can you can you not hear it

 

 

 

enlightenment…

he talks
as if
yesterday
did not
exist
and
ignores
what
tomorrow may bring
everything
is
about today
or
as he says
the
now
so
yesterday’s wounds
that
have no pain
today
will
kill him
tomorrow

the box of souls…

 

from which god it came
no one really seems to know
but held in one’s hands
while facing someone different
objects from that soul are felt
this should give enlightenment
but i have been told
what one feels and understands
when carefully viewed
is what’s found inside another
is what one knows of one’s self

 

seeing clearly…

 

standing by the well
the old man’s tears filled its depths
until his fears died

 

overexposure…

one problem with light
things begin to fade with time
lifelines begin to blur

if a tree falls in a forest…

i shall not
have this conversation
this conversation
where
i tell you
that
you’ve spent more time
listening to lies
than
pursuing the truth
no
i shall
not
have this conversation
telling you that
your mantra
of perceived truth
is really
just a form
of white noise
designed
to block out
the obvious ambiguities
of the stories
you’ve heard
so
no i
shall not
have this
conversation
it will remain
a soliloquy
for
the whole nature
of
a conversation
is that
one
might
be heard
so
i shall not have
this
conversation
for to be
heard
would require
some enlightenment
on your part
and
well
i shall
not
have
this
conversation