There's an exit sign above the shrine.
It reminds me I can leave at any time.
There is no clock, though.
That reminds me that it's all relative.

hello there,
midnight in a stalemate hug,
you there,
flirting with the mistress of yesterday's wind,
the enraptured soul,
the solemn crowd on a bridge of flowers,
waiting for an enemy that doesn't show up,
fear is near,
dear one,
and you can taste it warm and sweet,
and what if each scar were a reminder of your good intentions,
ones you can roll between your fingers like a mala prayer bead,
and not let all they say be all you hear,
though there are sunrises you may never see in this life,
you are the mountains of clouds billowing the infinite of the all,
and you always remember to have one foot on the bedrock of the earth,
and the other on the tail of a tiger.

Thuk-jay-che Kuan Yin
For protecting me
Through this life

Thuk-jay-che Kuan Yin
For helping me
To nurture my gifts
And nourish my body

Thuk-jay-che Kuan Yin
For showing me
Why I am on this planet
For bring justice

Thuk-jay-che Kuan Yin
For encouraging me
Through my parents
My creative side
My artistic side.

As I listen to animal collective
I shut my eyes
And I see a pond
With
Lotus flowers
Each in the colour of a chakra
Floating in the water.  

As I listen to animal collective
I shut my eyes
Thinking I am drifting
To sleep
But my head rested
On the lap of Buddha
Instead of the pillow

As I listen to animal collective
I imagine that
I am in the land
Of my ancestors
My face
And limbs
being tickled to death
By prayer flags.
I giggle.

As I listen to animal collective
My ears
And conciseness
Race from
My being
And coming with the universe.

The nurled twisted
Finger of karma
That finger
Has a ****** of a hangnail
Best to
Behave cause
Karma is watching.
Don’t behave
And it will bite
You
In buttocks
And scratch you with that
Nurled twisted finger

Particles collate, clouds gather
An uprising it seems, stronger together
Resolute it stands, till it holds no further
As any body collapses, under mounting pressure

Little drops to torrential downpour
The inconvenience it brings, just what we abhor
Struggle we must with virtuous patience
If we are to enjoy befallen petrichor

Trees are fed, flowers bloom
From this garden, brilliance loom
As all things present, this too is transient
A reality so poignant, about an existence impermanent

Leaves frail, flowers wither
Consumed by soil from which it consumed
No such thing as eternal bliss
Such are the laws of our symbiosis

We arrive from dust and depart as stench
A reality from which, we shouldn't flinch
As we gaze into a horizon so eternal
All we have, are moments so ephemeral

You
Showed me
Side of me
That I did not
Know existed
When we bind with
Each other

When i
Feel a tantric rush
Our beings
Souls
And minds
Becoming one
And
Become one with
The universe.

‪I am a Buddhist ‬
Who struggles with self esteem

I am a Buddhist
Who has been abandoned many times for another.

I am Buddhist
Who thinks of death and dying

I am a Buddhist
Who is struggling

I am a Buddhist who
Needs intervention.

Desire causes suffering
As Buddha said.

When you try to hard
To find love
You suffer

When you want too
Much for Christmas presents
Suffering comes

When you pursue your
Heritage
Suffering comes a knocking

“When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed.”
Said a wise goth rocker.