"anicca" poems
You said--
*in a while everything
every thought, every feeling
anger, sadness, becomes an itch
and it will leave you
as the river is not the same
river, as the desert is not
the same sand.*
Tell me again how it is when
I have yet to learn how long
a while takes
to be someone new, to be
just a little bit different--
how we used to
and how I used to.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
scanning the body head to foot
with steel mind and equanimous
legs crossed and eyes closed
scanning every cells and nerves he comes across
scanning scattered thoughts in the dark cell
where sankharas clung from a shipwreck years
bleeding in pain but still and sharp
cutting every root of miseries and wraths
dissecting, disintegrating the body piece by piece
with steel mind and equanimous
observing thousands of rising sensations
with the wisdom of anicca anicca anicca
sleeping volcanoes arisen
despairs dissolve to dust
vibration flows, space free
metta runs from the depth of a milky way
scanning, dissecting, disintegrating
with steel mind and equanimity
wisdom of anicca anicca anicca
purifying the galaxy from the ******* of dukkha
anicca anicca anicca
paññā paññā paññā
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC