"bodhisattva" poems
Afu Ra Ka
Which reminds me
I'm just another Red Letter
Muslim Jew Adieu as Zen Master
says in the Tao of Hindu's Krishna as
Buddha's Bodhisattva's Love in the Great
Middle Way of Mother's Forever Embracing
Zarathustra a son's spiritual fostering to heirs as
Abraham of Love in Folly and Light All of Daughters
and All Sons Sown sowing in and out of forgiveness reap
Satyam Shivam Sundram Love Truly as Kindness in Action
as Beauty Be of Great Spirits's Ka- Alling Afu Ra's Childeren All
Must Be One Great Womb Where Our Love's Light Spirit Breathes
Within as without, above and below every rainbow I Am Another You
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 10:56 PM UTC
In the morning, bowing to all;
In the evening, bowing to all.
Respecting others is my only duty--
Hail to the Never-despising Bodhisattva.
In heaven and earth he stands alone.
A real monk
Needs
Only one thing--
a heart like
Never-despising Buddha.
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a fearful thought or idea
enters my head and
robs me of my serenity
the center of all my obsessions
is me, and the only things that helps
me get out of myself is
being of service to others
I ain't no bodhisattva,
but I think they had it right.
Even if you become an englightened being,
what's the point of being aware and free
if you aren't willing share it and help
others to be free.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
HanShan said
'Just the other day
A demon became a Bodhisattva.'
Gives me hope
Now I go too
Find my mountain
Desolation Peak
Write my own poems
On bamboo
And rock
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
So the Bodhisattva said
"Emptiness is none other than form,
form is none other than emptiness"
and I have perceived
this emptiness
through years of Yoga and Zen
but the real understanding
which I have gained
about what emptiness is
and how to perceive it
can be done
in a blink,
because the greatest expression
of emptiness
is to look
at what is in front of you
at this very moment,
because at that point
the emptiness of it
is so empty
that is doesn't exist,
this space between atoms
is so empty
that you can't even perceive it,
so there,
you are now
an enlightened Buddha
with a knowledge
and perception
of the Awesome Emptiness
Of Everything.
Congratulations!
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 6:40 AM UTC
Veasna Ta Kvak recording
playback
over Chinatown cafe again
while recounting recent events
to journal pages
muddled from frequent
exchanges bag to bag
(Been to Taipei airport, Bali, Vancouver, most
recently)
blind fate
blind fate
shower me with Indian daisies
and photographs of Railway
New Delhi!
Hanoi Old Quarter/
Vietnam monsoon/
evening on balcony/
Darjeeling water boiled
and filtered anti-malaria
golden drink for honeylungs and
spring-soul morningtide
under moonlight canopy
of Avalokiteśvara
the fruitful
Bodhisattva!
English lessons
and future
hourless
comely chimera
in sleep phenomenon
Benares phantasmagoria YELLOW
(near Mata Anandamai Ghat)
speaking to Aghori
prophecy
Kala Bhairava
FIERCE ILLUSORY APOCALYPSE FAMILIAR
WHERE IS YOUR NOOSE?
the Ganges is full of lice and flowers
candlewax melted into holy water
sickness
equal to
harmony & jubilant
eyeclose and mouthcurl.
The future mysteries in
Mexico City poorboy
$2 mystic orb jade green
reflective underneath
dirt now in North American
bottom white four floor house
basement suite coffee table.
Visions indivisible
from the Viridian roundly haze
but surefire in their accuracy
I'm absolute
and universally formed
for the next few cacophonous
decades!
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
a bodhisattva can fly
a thinker can sink
a buddha can be happiness
an existentialist can try to disprove it
on a walk, a stroll on a path littered with questions, a man asks himself ‘why?’
on that walk, a woman answers ‘there is no ‘why?”
while swimming, she drowns and asks ‘what is death?’
during that swim, a fish answers ‘there is no ‘death?”
while sleeping, the fish asks ‘who am i?’
in that dream, i answer ‘there is no ‘i”
while living, i ask ‘what is it to be happy?’
during that life, the sky answers ‘there is no ‘happiness”
i said ‘thank you. thank you, sky. you are too kind’
i will breathe you up and know that there is nothing. i will be content. nothing.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 5:50 PM UTC
I am the shy man
you see at 6 AM in Starbucks
umbrella cocked under my left arm like a guidon,
formless and murky as the latte in my cup,
neufchatel slathered on the bageled
cusp of a new day, one bus token removed
from yesterday's office, aspiring
toward tomorrow's and the next day's sunrise,
convinced of nothing printed
in splashy headlines of USA Today.
I am the strong man
who smiles at the concept
of growing ******* watching women
surrender their eggs, take on new testicles.
I would eagerly belly
your child, assume your burden,
let you envelope me with velvet
*** dream submissive destiny
in the absence of Bodhisattva's caress,
if delicious debauchery empowers you.
I am a Boy Toy on the half-shell,
a nascent embryo filled with dread
of wombs which recently had bound me.
You offer deliverance. I am seed
in your fertile loam-brown soil.
I germinate sinking roots in your mind,
fully conscious I will flower,
a stubborn hybrid planted for your pleasure.
I am a pilgrim without a rock,
the twilight sky beneath your periwinkled heavens.
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 12:21 AM UTC
they say that enlightenment is unreachable, unattainable,
unfathomable
yet each day we continue to search
for our beatitude.
the bodhisattva
and i'm not very good at many things,
maybe nothing at all
but i know i can never transcend
with an anchor as a body.
still, the demons swim through my mind
and i watch with enjoyment
as they depredate my soul.
i like their cold breath on my skin,
in the winter,
for i can feel something
other than the numb that has encased my body. daily, i feel rough fingers ripping at the stones
that have replaced my heart.
nightly, i weep a sweet harmony of melancholy for the nostalgia that haunts my bones.
if you take me apart,
piece by rotting piece,
you'll learn i'm nothing but matter
controlled by neural impulse.
maybe it's benign to feel nothing at all
but this darkness is never ceasing,
growing more rapidly as i begin to shrink.
maybe i'm not good at anything
and maybe god doesn't exist
but i want to die knowing
there is a heaven and that i'm not going to hell. more often than late i've been asking myself
if it's all worth it
and to that i say
i'm terrified of the grim reaper
because his face looks just like mine.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
Referendum Rap
Left right Left right Wrong Right Wrong Right
Far right Outta sight Dark Light Dark Light
Left right Left right
Do I leave, Do I stay Do I play or run away
Which way today
Far right Outta sight Do I stay, do I fight
Who’s my brother, who’s my mother
Who’s my wife, and who’s my lover
It’s me, or them, It’s now, or then
May be community, Or a lion’s den
Who’s my brother, who’s my mother
Who’s my wife, and who’s my lover
Do I tango do I talk, Do I make or break a wall
If I fly will I fall
Left right Left right Wrong Right Wrong Right
Far right Outta sight Dark Light Dark Light
Left right Left right
Who’s my brother, who’s my mother
Who’s my wife, and who’s my lover
Now we come to the crux of it
Be a Bodhisattva Brit
Only self, cherishin’ spin
Explains the state we’re in
Our imperialistic past
Built the wealth of our state
Now we’d better give some back
Before it’s way too late
Sean Hunt June 7 2016
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
My Zen master said
that he had never heard
of the word "ego"
until he got to the States
so in Zen circles
I often hear
that the ego
is like some kind of enemy thing
or something like that
but I think
"Who is it that practices?
Who is it that takes Buddha vows?
Who is it that takes Bodhisattva vows?
Who is it that learns Dharma?
And really now,
who actually is it
that is our authentic self?"
to which I think
Ego!
so I would suggest
that you don't go pushing
your ego around,
it just might be
your Buddha.
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 7:01 AM UTC
To the tune of "Bodhisattva Aliens"
Soft breezes, mild sunshine,
spring is still young.
The sudden change of the light
brightened my spirit.
But upon awakening from slumber,
I felt the chill air;
The plum flower withered in my hair.
Where can I call my native land?
Forget - I cannot, except in wine
when I drown my care.
Incense was lighted when I went to sleep;
Though the embers are now cold,
the warmth of wine still burns on.
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I woke up today,
realizing
that if I hadn't
gone to psychiatrists,
and studied religion,
and worked hard
for many years
at Zen,
that I probably
would have been
one of those guys
who gets a gun
and shoots a lot of people
and then turns it
on himself
and blows his brains out,
because I think
that I have lived
a hundred lifetimes
before this one
as a victim of torture
and therefore
was pushed to the limit,
but instead of becoming
a suicidal psycho-murderer,
I became
some sort of
love, peace and happiness
Bodhisattva,
so instead of criticizing Zen
and psychiatry,
like I usually do,
I'm praising them.
Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 8:42 AM UTC
Oh ferocious angels,
lionesque children of Eden
on narrow streets and polluted alleyways
whispering cruel things to each other,
you're radiant in your belligerence
and as my enemies you are virtuous.
Beside me in this carpeted rectangle room
a faint glow exhales
from the tall alpine ivory lamp illuminating
firefly wings of blossoms
alluringly exuberant in the afternoon sun-ray
diamond shine and shimmer.
Dusty tin roofs billow
firewood smoke in the thick violet shade fog over-top cabin potted
mountains and hills sprouting firs and rose bushes abounding.
Spectrum cast chandeliers echo staircases which
jot up and up arduous ruby landings,
hardwood floor cracked
and stacks of novels ballast the senescent hallways
of bookshops where poets works and journals diaries and memoirs blur
the serpentine walls with memories.
Angelic the soul which is too often contaminated with
avarice rebellious to concord living
harmonious midst dew grass and calm waters in residential lakes
empathy equanimity, far from Bodhisattva.
Few kinds of darkness transcendental
subduing other darkness to a weak shadow.
There's an importance to admiring the delirium of metropolitan roads on roads
this intricate unspoken connection to those who
rest by stoplights and crawling traffic metallic molten aura of
cars in July heat.
Paying attention to the open window of adjacent apartments
where Mr. Norris waters his tulips and shares this moment
modern meditations practiced
finding a balance in such an anxious
volatile world like this.
Oh ferocious angels, impetuous
forlorn seraphs,
sing! sing and soar!
Boundless is our ardor
and our passion.
Unenclosed is the lion
in it's bloom.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
I went for a walk
At my old junior college
While the sun was setting
Outside
A corridor is formed
A building on the right
Classrooms on the left
The Sun shining down on the right half
Shade on the left side of the corridor
People walking to and fro
Going to class, Or going to their cars
I was just enjoying the sunset
A maintenance truck drives away in the distance
A guy with Yankee hat walks by
As I walked back the other way
I saw the most gorgeous brunette
With a gorgeous body
I wished I could have hugged her
The bell tolls
The bright colors
Of the people's clothes
There are certain moments
And this was one
Where you know
You are seeing something truly rare
I took a mental photograph
Of that moment in time
The way this outdoor corridor
Was half light and dark
I walked where the setting sun was shining through
So mysterious this moment was
So rare
I almost cried
It's all I have
The times
I think I will go back there
To see the same time tomorrow
I love the Tao
The Tao is wise mother
It is good to see
To really look
So beautiful
It is so wonderful to watch people walk here and there
It is said a man who understands the Tao can die content in the evening
The shurangama mantra
Is a most holy mantra
The mantra was,
According to the opening chapter of the Shurangama Sutra, Historically transmitted by the Buddha Shakyamuni
To Manjushri Bodhisattva to protect Bhikshu Ananda
Before he had become an Arhat.
I included the link
I hope you enjoy Shurangama Mantra too
There is only the present
Truly live in the present
And you will find eternal bliss
The present is the only place you will ever be
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
If you're walking by,
the world disappears around me,
Your eyes are like an ocean,
my spring of the special glee,
So close and yet
You're so unbelievable, dear,
Like a bodhisattva's dreams
under the evergreen tree.
Somewhere a clean river
calms fish with a careful hand,
I helpless against what is coming
It locked me away.
I see you rejoice at the game
only you comprehend,
But no matter what, this love
never will turn to despair.
When I walk down the path
past mysterious sea,
I've never felt so abandoned
among fragrant pines.
That's simply because
you only have never been herе.
Why are you all I care
about in my intricate life?..
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
**Possession
came swift through the dream
it was like a foul, warm breath
hot w/ raw stench odor
rising symbol of evil
Looming like an unwanted guest
Feeding like a blood leach
vacuuming consciousness
awaiting Bodhisattva
impatiently waiting
scratching at the wall
sitting where you relax
violent, perplexed poltergeist
visions and visions and visions
Running to the other room
to observe the shrill scream
observe w/ your own two eyes
You watch your mother writhing
Whats wrong?
I'm possessed!
Your kidding?
Eyes roll back
complicated convulsion
demonic face warp
the voice morphs
into a devilish crooning baritone
*DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M ******* KIDDING!?*
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
To live
Seems to mean
To struggle.
Buddha teaches that when we
Release all of our desires
Our expectations
Our assumptions
Then too shall our suffering pass.
There is a part of me which
Cheers
And yet another which
Rails
In response to this.
It seems on the surface to ask
Us to cease to be human.
But isn't that what the search for enlightenment
Is about?
To become something more than human?
To elevate into a higher No-Thing?
However
In this search we forget that
The quest itself is
A desire
An expectation
An assumption
That there is something to
Work
Towards.
Only when we release
Even this need to be
Something other than what
We are
Does that mysterious
Phenomenon happen.
Or does it?
It seems so easy at times
To let go
Let it all slip from my grasp
And find that place
Which is
No place
And
All places at once.
Something always calls me back
And I find myself
Toiling
Stumbling
Struggling
Suffering
And I have to ask
Why?
What pulls on my silver cord
And grounds me back to this
Fleshly cage
With all of its
Aches and pains
Tortures and torments?
I don't understand
Maybe I'm not supposed to
And this grasping
For knowledge
On the whys
Of human suffering
Is just another thing
I must lay by the wayside
Say
Adieu
And never look back.
If only it were that effortless
Perhaps I am distantly related to
Lot's wife.
Destined to become a pillar of salt
When I cannot turn my back on
That which I love.
Disobeying the Divine
Distrusting that there should be no
Last sight
It seems straightforward
The Divine sees what we mortals do not
But if we are all a part of the Divine
Is it impossible for us to know it all as well?
This appears to be the case for the masses
And for me
As I am not a Bodhisattva
Yet.
May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 9:22 PM UTC
Holiness
We
Are
One
..
On the ****** hill.
....
Taking upon us
The sins of the world
.....
I merge my
Body
With yours
Breath by breath
Heart beat by heart beat
Eye to eye
One eye
Burst of light!
-----
One
We are whole
Holiness
----
Take upon yourself the sins of the world
If you die
I die
All ego must
be destroyed
____
I
Merge together
Our bodies
Our minds
Our lives
This is what I am trained to do
Bodhisattva honeymoon
--
One body
Yours and mine
That's what I trained to do
Bodhisattva honeymoon
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
Hey, Buddha
I’d like to know
what’s that smile for?
what you smiling about?
there’s so much pain
and tension and conflict in the world
and so much loneliness
and so I don’t see cause for a smile
I see you cross-legged
in the gardens and on shelves
and in the pictures
and I see you at the Thai restaurant
and always you have that smile
so Hey, Mr Buddha -
what’s that smile for?
is there any reason why you should smile
when it’s a struggle down here?
I don't mean to be rude
but just tell me:
what’s there to be smiling about?
given the times
maybe an expression of agony
like Christ on the Cross
might be more apt;
or maybe if you were more
like the Abstract Prophet -
no images allowed -
might have been a better
way for you, considering indefinable nirvana
and all that
instead you smile
and perhaps you spawned a tribe of them:
like the laughing Chinese Buddha
whose bellies people rub for good luck;
and all those ancient Chinese sages
eccentric and laughing like the world’s a fun camp;
and that Kuan Yin, that bodhisattva,
who seems a female version of you
she’s smiling always too
though she hears the cries of all sentient beings
so tell it straight
is that smile really necessary
do you think
or is it just some ancient unknown Leonardo’s
chisel cut everyone who makes you
just repeats?
Hey, Buddha
always smiling
what’s that smile for?
what you smiling about, Mr Buddha?
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 3:35 AM UTC
I sit under blood-orange skies
A bordello bodhisattva
With eyes shut,
body frozen
beads shifting back and forth
gently chanting devotions to you
until my feet cramp up
and my mind catches flame
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 8:25 PM UTC
love is a symbol
words are symbols twice removed from reality
and they are road signs,
pointers if you will
to that which lies beyond and
between and behind
and you can see it in the light
and Nietzsche saw it in the void and
Hamilton saw it in the venom.
you can see it in the white noise in the Lo-Fi.
you can hear it in the Vajrayana pearls.
drive behind the Diamond vehicle and ride inside
the slip stream.
sit behind the Bon funeral Priests and it says:
“Children of the Hologram - do not make me a martyr.
your kings will make of me an effigy
it will turn the Diamonds into paper but that is not my Will.
you’ll chew on discs of gold and that will be your King.
Children of the Hologram - my words are not my own.
it calls to us from the place of light.
when energy is at rest it is dark and the dark is good and time is a 1000 petal lotus.
at times you’ll encounter evil.
Remember: that is your own self you behold before you.
she is afraid and he is alone and its timepiece is a flat circle and round and round it goes.
only you can see him because only you made her and you made the light in which you see
but images cannot see.”
there are signs
there are those who have been before.
heed their warnings. Feed the Bodhisattva
your kings will burn them and your
kings will make effigies.
Disregard.
Overlook.
look to where the words point
you wrote them
you’ve been here before
there is light coming through the leaves and the branches.
the Japanese have a word for that
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 7:27 PM UTC
Bodhisattva
Boundless energy
Eternal Light
Gone beyond all fear
Form is emptiness
Emptiness is form
Buddham saranam gacchami
Dhammam saranam gacchami
Sangham Saranam gacchami
I have come to help all beings
And deep inside
I have the most wondrous heart
I must cultivate Ren
Human heartedness
Virtuosity
Know the male, but keep the female,
Being the universal river-valley,
Being the the universal river-valley,
One has the eternal virtue [te] undivided
And becomes again as a child
They tried to banish me
No No No
Boundless light,
Boundless energy
Ten-thousand eyes
Never tire of seeing
I will return
I must help all sentient beings
In giving
I will receive the greatest gift!
Buddham saranam gachammi
Dhammam saranam gachammi
Sangham saranam gachammi
Love
It's love
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
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PrttyBrd flyin with a crazy robin
^^^^^^^^^
•
He who dies before he dies ..........(?)
Knows me
•
I seen this girl huggin this tree
Screaming
LET GO A ME !
LET GO A ME !
////
I very kindly and gently said to her
WHAT THE **** YOU DOIN YA CRAZY ***** !
////
She smiled and said
OH IM JUST PRACTICING WRITING A POEM
ON HELLO POETRY
ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND
/••/
You know
They used to lynch N - - - - -S here in AMERIKKKA !
( used too ?
What da you mean
"Used to !? " )
::
It's a long lonely day
Deadly in its loneliness
/::/
He who dies before he dies ..:..(?)
Knows me
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
I proposed
in my mind
to Kwanseum Bosal
the Bodhisattva
of Great Compassion
so a little while ago
I had a dream
where I was to go
to my wedding
but I didn't want
to go
so today
I switched around
my Buddhist altars
to give Kwanseum Bosal
a permanent altar
of her own
and I decided
instead of marrying her
I would worship her.
Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 10:37 AM UTC