Theravada or Zen?

It used be Theravada
Little did I know of Buddhist scrolls
Just a couple of commandments
obsessed with death
and a-clinging to enlightenment
Everything I did was with dharma and importance

Then it went to Zen, anything goes
absurdist, all for enlightenment
except overly polite ritual hymns
What’s up with that
when you don’t fear death?

Now I’m sort of back to Theravada
With a hint of roots Zen, Bodhidharma
But devotedly, I’ll take none of it all
Why believe in enlightenment?
Just appreciate the fall
changes

...**** It

Little hands.
Like mother.
And a cheeky smile
Like me.
I'm so proud to be
Your father.
No-one means
So much to me.

Everyday
No matter the fight
However the mood
I tell you so much
Power is lost from the words

A romantic, sometimes
Broken hearted
But always, falling
To bloodied knees
Touching your face
A kiss, my love
To your lips, my Love

Dreams of your smile
Your softest touch
Just holding your hand
Touching your side
And pulling you close

I love you
Like the ocean
Can't control the dam
Like the highest mountains
Stretching for the skies
Like the moon and the stars
No heaven without you

Beats of my heart
A dance of the soul
Moon song's mournful cries
I want you in my arms
Need you close to my touch

I believe in you
Bright eyes when I first asked you
To be exclusively mine
To let me be just and only yours
I held you in my arms
And held you too long
Held you too tight

I remember when I asked you again
Surprise on your face
Tear in your eye
I asked you to love me
In a field, far from the lights

There was a starry night to witness
What better honor to love
Than twinkling lights
Ask you to marry me
Vow to preserve
Promise to love
Protect and help

Sometimes we fight
Brutal passions erupt
I split and desire
To take you
And hold

Wipe away your tears
Give you comfort
Devour your fears
I am not perfect
Sometimes I fail
But together
We strive

I love you like water
Overcoming and blind
You are my heart's song
My every tide
Every desire

I wanna wrap her words in suave tissue,
tied with tender tape,
then put it in the darkest place,
reach for it every time I need her.





and god, only if happiness can be wrapped in a box,
so I'd wrap mine for her,
with a bouquet full of shiny sunflowers!

people lose things,
chances,
dreams,
love,
relationships,
each other,  
                                                        ­             and hope,
but what I lose most the time is myself,
not my outside-self, but my inside-self,
and people take intervals or forever
to get back what they lose,
and I wonder, whenever I'll take interval or forever,
to get back myself.

growing up is forgetting the priceless moments that came so naturally

and being told that tears are meant for the little ones

growing up is learning more than just the alphabet and simple addition

and learning that money can't buy everything

growing up is facing new challenges

ones that don't include climbing trees and being afraid of the dentist

growing up is losing yourself

in the simplicity of the past and the complexity of the future