"sangham" poems
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
i'm full of inspiration for whatever reason.
And i feel like writing prose.
But my sentences keep getting shorter
and my thoughts keep getting longer
but they can't seem to string themselves together.
It's early evening in the mountains somewhere
and i don't know where,
but i'm sure you're there.
thinking something wise,
being everything you are
with everything you've got.
i think i miss you.
but i'm not sure
and i don't know how.
because i don't even know you.
maybe because when i look in the mirror,
i see you.
i know this is about more than just me,
but the sangha insists i tell my story:
I was just a little girl when I realized
that, truth be told,
we're more than just bodies.
we're bigger, we're wiser
it's all so much more surreal.
To suggest
that all I know is what I've lived,
it seems ridiculous.
I feel older.
It shouldn't be a surprise
that of all these years,
a peace has been made
that people are starting to tap into.
Finally, I've found my beliefs;
and it's peaceful.
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 11:07 AM UTC
I am viewed by the system
As a machine
Work, work, work
Where is my job?
There are no jobs in California
You go to college
Then get more education
And the best I'll be able to do
This year is working part time somewhere
For thirteen dollars an hour
What a joke
You know
The more I live
The less I think of this place called earth
Better to think of it as like a matrix system
Besides I live life in what I feel is the wrong body
I would have had more fun as a woman
Oh well
I won't waste anytime thinking about it
Money!
That's all that matters
And I'm poor
Always poor
No jobs to be found
What a joke
This stupid game
I didn't go to college
Then go get sixteen months more of education
So I could work for minimum wage
What a joke
And our country is trillions of dollars in debt
I like to write poems when I am in a bad mood
Sometimes I am not so optimistic
It's good to write poems in good and bad moods
Buddham Saranam Gacchami
Dhammam Gacchami
Sangham Saranam Gacchami
I don't like living here
With the way this economy is
I'll have to live here for another year at least
Well I refuse to go work
For minimum wage
If the powers that be
Will not hire me
To do my duty then fine!!!!!
It's not my fault
I've done everything right
And I do not care anymore
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC