Poems

Healing

Healing while healing
A trap quite beautiful
And hardcore
Obstacles abound – but LOL
I have become the one
I was looking for

The Way of the Bodhisattva

There's only one real weapon

Against noise

True silence

Which is not a weapon at all

It's Mahakashyapa's smile

It's the flower

The hand that holds the flower

The smile noticing the smile

The meeting of those two minds

Into one

One by one

Minority of One

I might be or feel like a minority of one,

An orphan with no brothers,

A homeless with no friends,

A warrior with no allies,

My work is disappearing

Unseen and unheard,

The love I dreamt of might only exist

In Rumi’s dreams,

And the love that springs in me

Is slowly fading away,

Silence is extinct, noise is thriving,

Visions I have are useless,

So once a week when I got to be

Completely hopeless,

I choose to make a bread

And savor the wholeness

Of my family name’ special thread

Ocean of Light

(Meeting Sirio)

I’ve met many faces of love

Endless sea of pleasure and pain

Of the body and the heart –

Is there’ anything left to strain -

Then I had a glimpse of my heart

Through your eyes

Infinite awakening-flowers

Blossoming from each other’s sight

We’re all light, and this is our nature

Endless ocean of light with no shores

What’s your plan with me?

– I asked, as a child to a father -

Just lay on the waves, please,

Look into my eyes,

Turn yourself inwards,

And look for the fighter,

The waves will gently carry him away

As we become,

Lighter and lighter

All one

I'll be the son of my son

I was the father of my father
this here and now is
my present past and future