"myoho" poems
crops on the badlands
I do not yield
hot, pressed fingers
no diminishing resolve
and yet curiosity prevails
the mist in the morning
the sigh at dusk
it wins out against all thought
nam myoho renge kyo
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
There’s a bizarre pleasure
To the depressive illusion
I want both to be free of it
And also cover my head
shunning the light of day
My body feels stiff, rigid
I want to elongate myself
Pulling, cracking, arching
But the end feels closer
The smaller I become
Aummmmm
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Namaste
It isn’t working.
The body is strong
The mind and heart
They are so weak
Resentful of its being
A dichotomy of feelings
AummmmmmmMMMMMMMMM
Among the pillows
I scream it out
Croaking, raspy.
My ears crave
The piercing of
My Own Voice
NAM MYOHO RENGE KYO
The pressure builds
My head buzzes as
resonating repetition
Rips through my consciousness
The body is bored of the effort
Just stop
NAMASTE
It’s time to get up
The end is a long way off
Reach.
Breathe.
Deeper.
That’s it.
Hold.
Breathe.
Deeper.
That’s right.
Feel that?
You like that,
Don’t you.
That feels…
Good.
It’s not comfortable
It’s not pain
It is life.
Jul 3, 2023
Jul 3, 2023 at 9:08 AM UTC