"siddhartha" poems
I believe in a universe where a sleepy eye opens existence...
a slowly drooping eyelid ushers it away.
I believe in a universe where Indra and the other Gods
churn the cosmic milk...
where Shiva does the eternal dance.
I believe in a universe where light is separate from darkness
and mankind is molded from a ball of divine ****
a breath, Be and it is.
I believe in a universe where Gaia watches as Cronus
devours her children until she gives him a stone...
and hides Zeus away.
I believe in a universe that expands
from a singularity of infinitely dense potentiality
less than a speck,
to our cosmos immeasurable in scale.
I believe in a universe where Lao Tuz hands a guard
a little book of wisdom
before disappearing into the mountains
where the sages go.
I believe in a universe where Siddhartha contemplates emptiness
and feels the winds of eternity
whistling through his soul.
I believe in a universe where E=Mc2.
I believe in a universe where an old man lights the first holy fire
and describes the war between light and goodness
vs darkness and evil.
I believe in a universe where the earth and moon,
and all the planets go round the sun...
in a galaxy carrying us
dancing a waltz
we can only catch glimpses of.
I believe in a universe where "Know Thyself"
is revered as a deep truth.
I believe in a universe where
an unexamined life is not worth living.
I believe in a universe where the words of a carpenter
are a true path.
I believe in a universe where an illiterate man is commanded
Read!... a burning coal upon the lips.
I believe in a universe where every God and Goddess
exist, each in their own heaven...
each in their own hell.
I believe in a universe where there are no gods or goddesses
only the relentless laws of matter, energy and gravity.
I believe in a universe where everything is mathematics.
I believe in a universe where everything is holy
I believe in a universe where everything in profane.
I believe in a universe where everything is a simulation.
I believe in a universe where everything is ****** in nature.
I believe in a universe where everything is stimulation.
I believe in a universe where the hoochie *******
is what its all about.
I believe in the universe.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
True Stories #1
This is the first of what will be a series of little vignettes.
When I was fourteen,
I was the alienate hipster rebel
In a private school hellhole.
Hair long, tie knot never pushed up,
Unbuttoned button-down shirts,
Camus lover,
Siddhartha disciple,
Small acts of disdain,
Expressions of teenage hell-pain.
One day, the principal
Threw me out to get a haircut.
Went to the nearby barbershop,
Which was in the underground,
Subway stop.
Returned to school where It was
Pronounced unacceptable.
Twice more this charade-escapade,
Went on, till the barber cried and would not
Charge me anymore.
Shorn like a lamb,
My mother roared like a lion.
The next day, the man in charge,
Who would marry my second son,
Three decades later,
Called me in and sort-of-apologized.
From that day, I never respected authority,
Only learned to fear tyranny.
See photo of my latest protest!
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 7:40 AM UTC
Sometimes you close your eyes,
Hoping for Nirvana
But then you realize
Kurt Cobain shot himself twice:
Once with ******
Once with a shotgun.
You figure that if
Buddha can't save you,
Who will?
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 3:09 AM UTC
Things coming and going at the same time
is the most sublime Rhyme
Einstein and Siddhartha knew this
many years ago
They told us something that we just don't
really want to know
Things coming and going at the same time
Is the most sublime Rhyme
Bits of seconds passing by
Keep on looking them in the eye
Be here now, time will fly
As bits of seconds pass you by
Things coming and going at the same time
Is the most sublime Rhyme
When the earth quakes
And shakes the ground
Beneath your feet
Slip into the crack and don't look back
Let your heart skip a beat
Things coming and going at the same time
Is the most sublime Rhyme
Sean Hunt May 8 2016
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
Cast to the valley wind,
withering into the element,
the lone rock, forlorn twig,
shivering lake of the late season.
Off he goes, off he goes, the prince,
in search of peace.
That first time when voice breaks:
the agony of growing up
in a transient world; Moments
when the rhythm of hearts
beating in unision breaks, pain
that accompanies sensation here:
of loss when age catches up with hope.
The constant, the concealed ever-present:
suffering, the shadow of life.
Off he goes, off he goes, the prince,
in search of lasting peace
in a world of transient joys.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC
Sometime in everyone's life, withered
leaves will not grow back and one autumn
will not pass to spring. Sometimes we know.
Suffering. The constant visitor hidden
like a shadow silhouetting our life.
Every slow winding hour, we move closer
to when limbs falter and senses numb.
Endings ever lie hidden like a corner
sudden at the far end of a thrilling road.
Sometimes we are sure, we are more than
the frame of bones. Suffering is inferior,
deliverance is the greater truth. But:
we don't care, the thrill of weakness
is more attractive than the calm of Self.
One momentous journey, out of the
false-lit comfort of familiar darkness.
These that stalk us: disease, old age, death.
One man could see it all in one evening
what takes us many lives, may be.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 1:32 PM UTC
I hope I see the moon in the British Aisles
So I can imagine myself staring from home.
I hope I see the moon from Belgium
as I imagine the old lover I will never forget gazing, exhausted, from Uxbridge.
I hope I seee the moon from Paris
so I can imagine the millenia of poets and I-love-you-till-it-kills-me romancers gazing from French cafes, sipping on their
wine, coffee, tea
and I think of great friends in Victoria, glancing towards it from busses 9 hours later on a commute to Uptown
Downtown
what town?
I hope I see the moon from Vancouver
so I can imagine child-me watching the white of the cheese-like craters wondering nothing
but so, so very curious.
I hope I see the moon from Toronto
past smog and spring-time city shadows
so I can imagine the short-lived friends I made in Ottawa looking to it with awe and smiles
grasping the fingers of a loved one.
Everytime I see that great omnipotent orb I imagine
Marcus Aurelius in the court of Rome
Julius Caesar on the battlefields of Gaul
Charlemagne crossing the Rhine
St. Augustine marching through the desert
Micochondrial Adam tossing a spear into the heart of a boar
Soldiers of the American Revolution
the British war for South Africa
the Prussian Empire
the Third *****
Siddhartha and his son
Li Po hugging his moonlit reflection
Han Shan on cold mountain
Kerouac in San Francisco
Burroughs in Morocco
Snyder in Japan
Thomas walking to work
Brian out on a stroll
My future life lover
future girlfriends
all gazing at that wonderful omnipotent moon
the same moon
that gazes so still
so patient
forever
as far as
I'm concerned.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 5:23 PM UTC
Siddhartha sat steady on a the hearth of an apartment, eyes closed
mouth closed, mind open and enchanted
Zen-man lingers in a dark park starting,
to realise indiscretions of his past lives avatar
(but don't for a second believe the lies you've been fed by the brother of your brother and the father's of the jingoist mafia because eyes blink often and the accumulative effect is a life of temporary blindness and in that blindness it's not possible to be enlightened)
Your mantras are a lie but the belief remains still
and so rolling over wild green hills in some Welsh country village it dawns on the spirits of the ether that humanity is struggling
to find absolution of even the most relative peace
- but so, and Siddhartha still sits, cross-legged and barely breathing
Emaciated; fast, faster
Losing her nerve
Zen-man died a few months back but you always live again and so a beetle on a hot car hood scampers in some intrinsic folly, semi-aware of being something or being at all
Towards the walls of weather-beaten towns the levee finally bursts and all life ends -
until a gathering mist pulls absurd faces in the simpatico rays of a third-eye sun over the bayou of some forgotten rock in the cosmos
and the ethereal temptress of existence rolls the next dice on a green matted board
and our unified oneness speaks a solitudinal greeting to the sky.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
In the still night, a quest envelops everything like darkness
spread across the sky. Among shadows, a journey for light.
One last time like the night lingering at the horizon at dawn
he looks back: So long dear friend, companion ever on my
journey this far; You know everything, yet I cannot bear
to leave otherwise; Know not what perils beset my quest,
Yasho, this journey is mine. Words echo in the empty silence
of this early hour. This morning after, gusts of wind remind
of an absence, yet only the fragrance of love fills the empty
chambers where memories retire by royal robes cast behind.
Too great to be bound, some men; some love too vast to bind.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 12:03 PM UTC
nobody gives a ****
about poetry
or books
charles bukowski
or siddhartha
nobody gives a ****
about the universe
or extra terrestrials
carl sagan
or that we are stardust
nobody gives a ****
about Led Zeppelin
or Pink Floyd
Joni Mitchell
or Nirvana
nobody gives a ****
except for me
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 12:27 PM UTC
Misty mountain not so high,
Please let me enlighten before I die,
The smell of incense in the air,
Live a good life with a bit of care,
Reason is treason with wrath,
Anger will take you down a horrid path,
Misty mountain haze come to me,
Forever in a rain drop of a sorrowful sea,
Enlightened once more on the path of Life.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
You remind me much of myself.
You remind me much of myself except, more together...
You remind me of myself every time I see the words "Midnight" "Haiku"
All of your words are golden bright,
a white knight righteously marching
for truth.
Optimistic Siddhartha--
A Copacetic Beyonder
back again to remind man
it's all going to be allright, man.
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 10:58 PM UTC
A dynamic life
That's what I've always wanted
And it seems to be what I've ended up with
It's such a thing to look back and see how far I've come from where I was
I needed to believe in progress
When I was younger
And learned about Siddhartha
I became so inspired
I finally knew what to go after
Enlightenment
The cure to these insufferable thoughts
Some sort of consistency between what was real and what was not
No one ever told me about the side effects
Nietzsche was always after me
Plato trying desperately to show me the trees
Capitalism challenging me to determine the difference between what I want and what I need
The side effects:
I couldn't tell the difference from one person to the next
The opposite of dynamic is static
I've grown numb by the shock of every time I encounter it
How can you be so dense?
How can you not see?
There's very little difference between you and me
Sometimes I feel mad
I get so angry
The side effect of pursuing enlightenment
Is insanity
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 5:42 AM UTC
What kind of drugs was he on
When he saw the unity of all things?
Which type of kush was he smoking?
Was it indica, sativa or hybrid?
This is a lazy man's enlightenment
To let the plants lead your mind
So whatever you may find
It was shown to you
How many shrooms did Moses eat
When he went up on that mountain?
What stage of schizophrenia was he at
When we thought he talked to God?
Could I jump three rings of density
If I get really high?
Fifth, sixth, seventh and the octave
Clear into a bigger sky
What was Siddhartha smoking
When he sat beneath that tree?
To see all faces in an instant
How he's linked up with me
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
I have residue in my blood of every lover I've ever had,
pulsing through my veins,
making my head swell,
making my legs shake.
You call me Siddhartha
Siddhartha Gautama
I am The Buddha, you say.
Understanding everything is connected.
At total peace, gone to pieces as
my heart pumps blood so hard my legs shake to the beat.
Om above my bed,
every of the seven chakras jumbled because
I have trouble letting go.
More often,
I have trouble holding on.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 10:28 PM UTC
pogo thought they is we -
when the picnic ends in confusion -
and the lemonade is spoiled by ashes.
aristotle thought courage a great virtue -
death a great adventure -
and teaching the highest understanding.
siddhartha thought life is all illusion -
and that we must practice dying -
until we finally understand.
rumi thought death is awakening -
and with his thought turning turning turning -
he danced into the light of understanding.
jesus thought death is new life abundant -
and that he would make us welcome.
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 11:19 PM UTC
the kid who smoked *** with me every night on my ratty couch
now has Elder slapped in front of his name, a closet full of suits and matching socks, a two year sentence and a destination
Apostles who make nothing short of six figures
drop holy oil on his head and say words that are supposed to bless and 'set apart'
because now he is not just any kid,
he is a kid who must knock on doors and teach others that they aren't good enough.
from the age of 8 when he was dunked in some water and asked if he would join the army of Christ
like some kind of secret club on the playground
he was told that he would need to save money for this day
i guess the church spends too much money on political campaigns against human rights
to pay for their own missionary costs
here he is 10 years later
too afraid to tell his parents that he believes in God about as much as he believes in the Easter Bunny
because if he did, his mom and dad would be
frowned upon
whispered about
forever made the talk of the neighborhood
can you blame him?
he loves them
i wrap up a copy of Siddhartha in our favorite skate magazine
and leave a note that reads:
your own happiness is worth fighting for
best on your adventures
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 9:25 PM UTC
Then this Potent Dragon my Dredglings fear,
One which Expected me in all Surprise:
That your File as Prince and Lord revere,
Already Pre-Owned and Locked in her Prize
When Tears cry Blood, and Blood their Ties disown
So to these Stinging Bells your News persist
Which your Smile bait Worms by Jelly reknown
Suffice even the Enlightened to resist
Thus the Siege, which dear Siddhartha did warn,
Offered the Goddess of Mercy such View:
To Breathe and Blow free my Charmings consarn
And hold to the Heart of mine own self True.
These Fourteen-Lined Girls cried your Muse repeat
Of casting my Levels versus your Feat.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
I was born a sandwich kid
Not much love was shown
There was a situation
Lonely and alone
I would cry, affection dry
As a desert bone.
I had no preprocessing traits
If care were in a well
I would fail if I sunk my pail
Into the depths of hell
Neglect my due so it ensued
I grew up a shell.
*We all need love to water us
A child must be fed
But if the care's not in the air
They might as well be dead
Cakes are baked with sugar
If it's not put in first
Can't bake again the bitter end
The cake is dry as dust.*
And so I started using drugs
When I was but a teen
I ditched school, I was a fool
Because I could have been
Anything I wanted
Instead out there wasted
A runaway, a wasteland
A stunted tree and blasted.
(chorus)
I turned to religion
I thought I was home free
Buddhism, the SRF
And scientology
Transcendental Meditation
I read of the Bahai'
I read the book Siddhartha
It was like a high
But i lost faith and turned to drugs
Over and over again
I was ****** could not atone
I can now this story pen
(chorus)
Then I found my savior
The Lord Jesus Christ
I was beat, but He was heat
And melted all the ice
Around my heart, then I did start
To conquer every vice
I found the Holy Spirit
I found my Father dear
Don't think it odd, I found God
And now I have no fear!
*We all need Love to water us
With Manna we are fed
We conquer sin, and we can win,
We can get ahead
We all need a High Tower
A place where we can go
To bask in love from up above
and let the Spirit flow!
**[bridge]
We can all find sweetness
It CAN be restored
We are FREE and we can SEE
OUR PRECIOUS SOVEREIGN LORD!***
SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/19/2016
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
I miss you
As Charon revolves around Pluto,
And a lunar eclipse reveals itself for once in a generation....
For once in my generation...
I miss you
Like i miss me.
Siddhartha Gautama wandered
Purposely into a forest,
And learned a wealth of consciousness.
I miss you.
I miss you like arid land misses water,
I miss you.
I miss you like a mortal misses forever,
I miss you.
I miss you like I miss me,
I miss you.
I miss you like art
Misses a retired artist,
I miss you like I miss me,
I miss you...
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
(Originally written 12/21/10,
Revised 9/23/14)
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
Part 1
The snooze button empowers me to the veto the day
However some Congressional sub-committees on time and financing appear to be overriding my action
Part 2
I have played with clouds
I have seen moons drop past the horizons of distant worlds
I have talked to Solomon, Moses, Jesus, Muhammad, Siddhartha, the Dalai Lama, all of his incarnations, Gandhi, Ben Franklin, Abraham Lincoln and soldiers returning home from countless wars
And I have been disappointed thousands of times because you have awoke me before I was fully enlightened
Part 3
You should have warned me before I said something stupid
Why don't you ever signal me before I over draw my checking account
You could of let out some kind of peep telling me that the dog was about to crap on the floor
You are good for nothing
Part 4
It needs to be over between us
I am in love with pillow
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
Beauty Is As Beauty Does
A Story by Eclipsing Moon-blood red
If enough people are interested I will continue with this series as a Book with chapters this one being renamed ...Beauty Is As Beauty Does-Prologue .
Beauty Is As Beauty Does
A Story by Eclipsing Moon-blood red
If enough people are interested I will continue with this series as a Book with chapters, this one being renamed ...Beauty Is as Beauty Does-Prologue.
In the dark recesses of the void, we call our universe a cloud was forming, one devoid of morals or intent.
The molecules came together under the thought processes of a malignantly minded old sorcerer, blended with his hope of a lasting endowment of centuries of learning and spell castings.
He was searching for a one to carry on his knowledge and spells of potion and this cloud could carry out the espying in secret as he wished...under cover of dark and thought...unless a spirit was descerned by another caster of woven potions.
Today in time was measured more by centuries and decades as the process took... its form...questing for the entity as this universe and others had been targeted for his type of Magic...sorcerers specialized in their trade and like all good practioners he had his fireworks shows with energy beams and potion majic mixed to control and manipulate the certain being he was working with...for power was the name of his gambit...the access and addition of as well as controlling in the sphere of a society...let’s just say he got his jollies from using others well earned energy..What they worked for...he stole and reveled in the process.
It just so happened that today...his cloud was in the vicinity of a planet known to the Magical world as Earth...Terra...this being inhabitied by beings in many dimensions and frequensies...it seemed to home in on a child...being birthed as a logical consideration ..So that; further study was merited
.Marking this beings location in the foothills of a hidden mountain range ...in the Tibetan range and former birthplace of a religious teacher known as Lord Buddha...Siddhartha...and a nice long history in the telling of the Monks who followed him...this time a twist a counter turn of the incarnation was a Female child ..Looking to be imbued with the same set of majical powers...and the beginning of another time and space of reign as the first...excellent time to lay claim to the mind and teachings of this ...ONE..Of Beauty.
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 12:50 PM UTC
*A Story of Scientology and the
Mental Health System Connection
BACKGROUND*
I was born Catherine Eugenia Jarvis, and I was a horrible child. The kinda kid that you'd LOOK for if she got lost... but NOT very hard. I was the sandwich child. The red headed one. The BAD girl. A terrible tease.
But inside I SO longed to be loved. There just wasn't alot of that to go 'round. Mom was working or sick. And dad worked LONG hours. My sister and I were ***** at age 4 & 3 respectively. She felt guilty she couldn't "protect" me, so she withdrew. Then my little brother was born. He was my sister's little doll. And it wounded me so that I lashed out. I targeted my poor little brother. I called him names, names that I knew went straight to his HEART. I'm weeping now. How I wish I could change the past! Dear reader, I have a samurai tongue. And I knew how to cut where it would hurt the MOST. A fact *I'm not at all proud of!* But, it happened. I was also mean to my pets. But inside i wept SO bitterly! I did not want to do what I did! But SOMETHING compelled me...
Then at the age of 13 I began to drink. I started using "white crosses". *** By 14 I was using LSD. *** Peyote. I was SO out of control! My poor parents despaired...
Then... a MIRACLE! My parents put me in college when I was 16. I hated high school with a PASSION. I didn't fit in anywhere. Not even with the stoners. I was kicked out of my 10th year for ditching and possession of marijuana. My vice-principle told me I'd always be a LOSER. That I'd never accomplish anything in life. Nice. He put me in Juvie. My parents got a psychologist. He said I was bored in high school because I was too smart. So they put me in college. I THRIVED! I still ditched a bit, but I could take ART CLASSES! And WRITING! POETRY! And MUSIC! And the people were SO different! They LIKED ME! Well. Part of THAT was because I lost weight. About 50 lbs! I was actually pretty. For the first time in my life. And to say THAT was confusing wouldn't be nearly enough.
At any rate, I'd CHANGED. I became very spiritual. I read about Transcendental Meditation. I read the book "Siddhartha". I dabbled in the Self Realization Fellowship.
And, finally, I joined the
***"Church" of Scientology.
THE WORST MISTAKE OF MY YOUNG LIFE***
I was 19 years old.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
Under the sprawling Bodhi Tree,
Siddhartha sits with his primary vow:
How to alleviate suffering
In this world--here and now.
Suddenly, Mara appears--
Mara the tempter--with his sinister grin.
Siddhartha stays calm and unafraid
And graciously welcomes the tempter in.
Offering supernatural powers
Around which the human ego revolves,
Mara observes as Siddhartha sits,
And every thought of power dissolves.
Mara then offers his beautiful daughters,
Hoping Siddhartha yields to temptation.
In silence the unperturbed seeker
Shows the depth of his aspiration.
Growing furious, Mara calls up
Armies of demons of fear and desire.
They surely should stir Siddhartha's
Deep anxieties and inner fire.
Siddhartha merely gains greater insight
Instead of succumbing to Mara's ploys.
Mara departs in a rage, leaving
Siddhartha in a calm, quiescent poise.
After six days a Buddha "awakens"
As the traces of night start to disperse.
From looking into his innermost nature,
He's seen the face of the universe.
- by Bob B
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
The moon (in my head),
a guy named Fish (in my eye),
**** star (in my *******
in my shoulders (Issac Newton),
in the soles of my feet (Siddhartha Gautama),
in my face (a girl named Arcade),
the devil (in my foot),
a forest (in my *******
dolphins (on my lips),
in my jaw (David Lynch).
In my mouth (the cosmos),
Arkenya (everywhere).
Jimi Hendrix (hanging on my ears),
my ex-boyfriend Christopher (in my ******
Jesus Christ (in my heart),
in my skin (culture),
God (everywhere).
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 6:28 PM UTC