Buddhism For Idiots
A hostile climate
Of alternating seasons:
Desire and Loss.
A stone ripples the pond.
To quell the ripples,
Un-throw the stone.
To quiet the mind,
Focus on the breath.
To focus on the breath,
Quiet the mind.
When motion embraces stillness like a lover,
You’ll find your point of balance.
We are ever at the moment of death,
Watching life flash before our eyes.
The essence of reality is un-individuated.
Like drops of water, we all return to the source.
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2021
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