Nang Nak

Last night I watched the movie “Nang Nak”;
the hero returns home after a war,
lives with the ghosts of his wife and child,
unaware they had perished while he was afar.

And then, when I turned around,
I saw only ghosts abound,
non-real beings, planets, stars,
all that my universe bore,
and, at last, my body and thoughts,
dancing apparitions in swirls,
frenzied dervishes in whirls.

I prayed at the feet of the Buddha,
bewildered by spectral samsara.
Did He smile at last
or a non-real thought that was?

Or does it matter at all?
That I know is proof after all
That I exist to validate
real, unreal, non-real,
like a glow that reveals,
self-iridescence concealed.

And here I lie now erased
of a body, mind and the seen,
a void that has everything
sans forms and names,
and yet the fullest thing,
the Buddha in everything.

filmi amphilosophyplanetfree verse

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