Enlightenment
Enlightenment
Enlightenment, don’t know what it is…
As endless waves swell and break
On the ocean of Samsara
All the while under Nirvana’s spacious sky.
Is there such a thing
As a final goal,
Or is it instead
An endless process of becoming?
How should I know? But I do know
That once I knew with all my heart
I would eventually become enlightened
And in that moment it didn’t matter when.
Because when you know with all your heart
The goal has already been reached
And the endless process of becoming
Is known to be nothing but a dream.
(8/4/25)
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