bodhicitta drags on a cigarette
bodhicitta sits slumped over in a bar corner and ****** on itself
bodhicitta forgot how to lie,
but there is still hope.
turn my dreams inside out before my eyes
puncture me and tell me it's not so easy
throw sand in my gears and leave me wondering
what is wrong with the world?
splintered open, i remembered
because the sun's river was broken there
my ideals melted and left disfigured
it was my job to provide form.
tell
me
the
whole
truth
and i'll try
to echo you
walkthrough:
even as some humans try to unite the species and do what they can to make a more sustainable, harmonious earth, things just tend to fall apart. the "slumbering enlightenment" sits there, observable and understandable by others. but still we try to organize.
i have profound appreciation for the hardship and mind-bending struggles i've been through in life. i've changed my opinion and position and demeanor so many times and i know i still need to experience more "pain" and change more. tell me i'm wrong!
those times were pretty sacred to me and i can play them back like a record.
i feel this concept of bodhicitta goes that deep, to where it no longer looks like what you might expect. it fades out into... is it still "enlightenment-mind"? What is art and what is not? Much like my artistic name, bennu, works in my mind. You could almost call them synonyms.
And so my goal is to be a good human, whatever that is.