#samsara
Tick. Tock. A spin in the clock.
A worm dies.
A human's born.
Tock. Tick. A spin in the wheel.
Let's cycle again.
Trying to flee.
Tick. Tock. A spin in the clock.
Lost, pain,
pleasure and gain.
Nothing means "Death",
nothing means "Birth".
It's just pain and pleasure
all over again.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
wild white horses on the beach
i feel the freedom of the breeze
i can trust my divinity, its all in me
wild rose bushes aligning me
i smell the flowers of the free
i can love myself eternally, it’s all in me
knitting with all the potent possibilities
i weave and thread my dreams
i can allow myself to breathe, it’s all in me
sowing all of my plenty, pretty seeds
rabbits foot, lucky as can be
i can creating the means, it’s all in me
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 8:20 AM UTC
I clawed my way from winter’s mouth…
the wolf that fed on memory and rot.
Its hunger had no end,
and I was the feast.
But I tore loose.
With bloodied breath and crooked spine,
I rose.
In the forest of endings,
a bear’s voice called…
half lament,
half command.
It knew my name
when I had none.
The stars spun in reverse.
The cycle cracked
like glass under weight.
And in the hush that followed,
a flame stirred.
It spoke:
“Come, child.
You are the death
of forgetting.”
And somewhere,
deep in the trees,
another wolf stirred…
not the devourer,
but not yet known.
Its eyes burned with something ancient,
its breath was the wind.
It waits.
And when it steps forward…
which wolf will it be
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 4:48 PM UTC
I sped to the temple.
Breaking human laws,
to align with universal ones.
I approached.
As my brow lowered,
grace entered my being.
Sunlight greeted me.
As I slowly passed
A stone Buddha.
No one was around.
Monks must be out.
Only a bird sat and sang
to all the flowers.
~
As I entered the main hall,
the wood creaked beneath me,
And my awareness became acute.
The large Buddha towered
over a myriad of empty zafus.
All in accordance and order.
I sat, emulating the statue.
Even my temporal imperfections
matched the stone carvings.
Yet, my mind was with the bird.
I stretched out my legs,
toward the wall,
after a long sit.
The flowers were still after a breeze
And that bird had flown away.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 4:59 PM UTC
All lost in the past
In the present returns
Wherein all is given;
The future is false
Jun 29, 2023
Jun 29, 2023 at 12:50 PM UTC
If I wait to finish my
chores,
to finish my food
all the tiny
notifiers to my superego,
my id
would wither
music, writing, commiserating,
and commiserating
eight-fold path that could
fit in my pocket
I can play
Make children with songs
that have been inside me
half a lifetime
when I picked up an axe
14 year old me
Shyer in most ways
but bolder
in interesting ways
I walked the path
humming 4 noble truths
in between theses
erratic days
I lived a myriad of lives
I fear it’s all
swirling to be the same
Circles within samsara
used to last for
months now I’m stuck for
years
and I no longer
wish to become
unconditioned
Nov 21, 2021
Nov 21, 2021 at 8:49 AM UTC
There was a man who had been abandoned at an early age and left to be cared by a monk at a monastery.
In his early years of adult hood he was so depressed he decided he would climb a mountainous rock and from it, he would jump.
He would die, and the pain would be over.
As he was eyeing his rock and seeing there was no way, he sat defeated.
And then his eyes caught glance of a monkey, effortlessly climbing the rock, all the way up. And all the way back down.
He knew he could mimick that climbing style and make his way to the top as well.
Slowly he climbed, tracing every movement the monkey had made, perfect.
AS he reached the top, he cried from the pain of the physical.. and the emotional..
At that moment, that was a roar
A huge roar of cheering.
From below the people were cheering and saying "He is a world class rock climber!"
They thought he had decided to climb it for sport, his skill seemed to display.
Confused with emotion, pain and elation, he bowed and safely returned to the ground.
Where after his first climb on that precipitous rock, he decided to persue rock climbing from then on..
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 5:13 PM UTC
I see the sunrise over sin,
Repress what I did once again.
Shadows me like its prey,
Lurching out of me eagerly.
I see the sunrise over sin,
It’s boiled over once again.
Scolding from white hot shame,
My guilt has the power to lame.
I see the sunrise over sin.
Push it down before it begin.
The moon rise over blame,
She brings clarity and aim.
I see the sunrise over sin,
Connects us all a kin.
Judge others harshly without perceptivity,
Ignorant of the hypocrisy.
I see the sunrise over sin,
Should **** someone but who’s in?
Let’s all perish together again,
Cleanse this place of our contagion.
I see the sunrise over sin.
Let’s live samsara again.
Improve from the last time.
Not just a rhyme.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
The overture sounds:
A muffled “thud,”
And scraping flesh against macadam.
Un-rosined bows screech across nerves,
Dividing molecules to atoms.
Each neuron fires off, splicing into three
The soul from the body,
and something indescribably between.
Catching fire, he ascends -
"This is what it truly means to be!"
Each piece, each side
Breaking away in-finitely
To somehow become more whole
Through division, and in balance.
Like a reunion, of holy trinity,
Caught ablaze in fissile symphony.
- - -
And like a cork popped from a bottle,
Rewound, and played reversed,
He careens with a whining pitch
And
f
a
l
l
s
From orbit,
Back to earth.
Glimpsing God
Only to be clawed back
To the pains and pleasures of Samsara,
To taste the bitterness of my own blood,
Juxtaposed
With the ecstasy of Nirvana.
This is how I came to know the realm
In which our feeble bodies lurch.
Reborn as a phoenix from the ashes.
From the rear cabin of a hearse.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
Descend into refraction before me, bewildered like a ****** Exist as a flunkey, and myopic.
Everything I’ve existed, all of a sudden lifted and sifted. Leaving residue not historic.
Originating from neglect of the forthcoming. All I’ve learned and would learn.
Dissolve from this.
I do not like this great dissolution, but I accept it, swallowing my actions too late.
So fall to pieces, and bring a reset of samsara.
Dissolute all I’ve known and would.
Only due to my ignorance.
I’ve brought destruction.
I deserve struggle.
As it falls away.
Into nothing.
I become.
Nothing.
I was.
But
Now
Am
Ø.
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
When I pass on this life will have been
Turbulent,
But sweet,
Not concrete
Like my poems:
Not perfect,
Yet complete
With stubborn attitude
I will have competed
With probability,
With humble gratitude
I will have submitted
To inevitability,
I will look back and see
My legacy,
Fulfil the prophecy
To repeat my destiny
To exist temporarily
And face
Uncertainty
Till I flee
Time and become
Eternity.
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
You practice non-attachment
Yet you wouldn't want to do
Without water.
You let water own you like a lotus leaf
You allow it to hold you in its never ending cul-de-sac
Flowing between the total bliss of nirvana
And the joy of samsara.
You practice non-attachment to desire
Yet you're wanting
Desiring
Craving
Water. Ponds. Lakes. Streams. Seas
Your thirst is inextinguishable
Wild awake rain
And as you drink that unquenchable flood
Your lips are watering springs,
Sipping fountains of primordial tears.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC
The cell phone rings once
But the ringing in my head…
...The sound of your voice
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
after painfully separating
the colors in intricate patterns
she allows herself the full glimpse
of her daily labors. and without
hesitation brushes the dry earth,
along with her work.
her long fingers unfurling,
the long and brittle parts
breaking into sand.
7 November 2018
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
To be a human and to
drift in and out of
here does not seem plausible.
But when I am to die and I
open my eyes, I’ll find that I am washed
up on shore.
Somewhere between my birth and death,
memories continue to be made and fade.
To be free from this cycle
of life, death and repeat,
will be the ultimate goal.
I want to be free. To live a life in valleys,
to sit in grass,
to wade along the shoreline.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
The warm autumn breeze
scatters the leaves
like spring snowflakes
I carefully hand stack
them each by color,
one by one,
as if they were
befallen dreams
or
similarly unholdable
gathered
garnered memories
•
each leaf touched
reminds me
of how many times
I've had to let go ―
how many times
I've fallen
without a place to land
until the winds of change
drew me back up
as if I were
evanescent autumn leaves,
to be swept away again,
touched by the spirit
the true nature
of love
• •
sown seeds of one love
bestrewn hopefully,
thusly cast about
just as intended,
the grain and chaff together,
sifted by the velvet breath
of the samsara wind's
sanguine touch
• • •
autumn waters ... October 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
How I feel the time tighten
The temporal noose tickles my throat
Swaying in the nothingness
I do so crave of late
How many hours in the day
Must I conjure the joker
Just in the nick
To salvage my neck
From fate herself?
Why wait for the sand to drop?
When grains of pure ambrosia
Are clustered in the crystal shard
I so wish to crush
For all to feast on what has passed
Dispersed in the ocean of tranquility
I may rest awhile from test of metal
This trivial mental ordeal
Will kaleidoscope the stars
You will breathe me then
Will be closer and complete
This drip feed of love is not enough
So I plead to be defeated
It drowns me in waves of notions
That I should sign myself as absent
Until the indefinite motion
Of the universal spin frees me
From the karmic balance of things
Like this I do see this branch trimmed short
Stunted and pruned before the ripe
With this contorted hope
I may become the light
That I am when I soar in my dreaming
Yet I wake breathing bound by fleshy bonds
So dull in the spectrum of ****** sadness
I confess it is time to end this mess
Let the prophecy contemplate timing
Until that shiny moment
I will sigh and play along
To the tormenting throng
That beckons my presence here
For one day longer
For just one day longer
I will be strong
I will pretend what I feel
Is proven wrong by living reason
Until my patience depleted
Will unmask what we believe
Of this carnal marathon
Racing on the wheels of Samsara
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 5:36 AM UTC
Each day dawning would
gift me new eyes of wonder,
right from my childhood
a friend, from this lone and lonely tree,
I'd fervently hope for something different,
rushing to the window,
I view that elegance
as the first auspicious thing
to gaze at, as the custom suggests.
After the morning light creates a pool
above the verdant hills at the east,
yet again a regular ritual,
the tree is my magical yard stick
by which I measure myself,
a mysterious pact between us
existed, deep in mind, I had felt
only we know between us
even if the breeze says, that aloud often.
In her presence every thing becomes clear.
As I watch the tree, as usual
after the repetitions of long
years of rain, shine and mist in between,
what I saw that moment was different:
On every branch seeking light,
bristled flowery wonders
songbirds, absent till the day before
in droves sat all over the crown,
in unison singing her paeans sonorously,
purple rays of morning sun
adorned each leaf, in colorful embrace.
Wasn't it the moment I was yearning for?
I stood filled with it's effulgence,crown to root
the connection in an instance, becomes clear,
there is no secrets left unsaid between us any more--
In a flash , a golden window opens in inner chamber
I feel free from, the bindings of all mundane desires
as one rows the boat, the miseries of Samsara,
the treacherous rapids, are left behind for ever.
Isn't it enlightenment, at the moment
seeking me unassumingly through my open windows?
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
I said I would leave
My hand
Never
Left the door
Or left
Your
Tender little heart
In what time it takes to grow I thought I would grow more
In the time it takes to take a break I thought I could explore ignorance and never return to melancholia.
I know I said I would leave but I return
Didn't I warn you before that I need you?
I am desperate to warm you and freeze your brittle bones.
I thought departure would heal the wounds I deeply knew only square paper under the tongue fixed though I know if I never left I would never have felt the heartbeat of my apartment.
I thought I could leave but I have to write.
I could have sworn I did not need you when the beginning and the end of my existence run completely through you, sometimes you only, those who see Samsara, know their place, still cling, and me, I cling to you.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 6:34 PM UTC