the eightfold path
deep meditation ~
revelation
Winds of Consciousness,
waves of ponderousness.
Particles always whispering,
transparent and yet listening.
Bob Dylan lyricized the wind.
Others have been equally determined.
Through karmic rebirth and purification,
one can transcend in the eightfold revelation.
Always returning to the mortal taste of sentience,
always ascending in awakening self-observance.
Realize we are the cause of our suffering.
Realize how we can be free through our discovery.
Cultivate an attitude of love and kindness,
cultivate awareness of momentary mindfulness.
Envisage wholesomeness, altruism, and selflessness.
envisage empathy, compassion, and fairness.
Speak truthfully with the harmony of rivers.
Speak never with cruelty, hatred, or anger.
Acting with the fragrant, mellifluous breeze.
Acting with loving and unconditional ease.
Awaken to the absorption of the heart.
Awaken to life’s intricate work of art.
Winds of consciousness bring resilience.
Winds of consciousness are the habits
for turning Dharma wheels into enlightenment.
You want to know the downside of Aquarius?
Just ask the folks who weren’t in Noah’s Ark,
or check out Jethro Tull and Linkin Park.
The paths we tread are manifold and various,
as Lewis learned by teaming up with Clark –
and now the Eightfold Way reveals the quark.
Is ‘humorous’ the equal of ‘hilarious’?
Is ‘mini-skirt’ the same as ‘cutty sark’?
About as similar as ‘bite’ and ‘bark’.
We take from this that language is precarious,
quite unreliable (if not nefarious):
don’t trust a man who says he’s made his mark.
Instead of “it is written”, “it is dark”:
for I have felt the sinews of the shark.
Warming myself in the fire of the sun, why must the soil be so cold?
Listen closely, and I'll show you a story of ancestors I never knew
They had a place like this that they called home, or so I was told
Watch intently; I'll unfold my own fable heard before you like they grew
Down the blackest hole, the richest safety I would know, I began to take hold
Wait patiently; here comes a thin line of green brought by a stream of blue
In good time, don't prop me up now! No trust; I will hold my own crown
You sleep so calmly without remorse in your house for hours eightfold
I've been sweating all night, hoping that morning won't come, only to cut me down
Then you come with hands and fingers, pulling out the nails that held together the place I made anew
Now, I'm just another refugee; controlled by the view you hold
Holding unaware worlds close to discover
as a child finds a newfound secret land.
Take the noble path to touch the other
go through cosmic cracks to let life expand.
Minds swirl and spin in and out of control.
See where bigotry and injustice lives
peer deeply within seeking one's own soul.
Show children how a loving person gives.
Once one has seen the breadth of hidden pain
if we do anything we must teach the youth.
With the next tiny blip they won't complain
about all the varied views on world truth.
Through the history of logic and thought
remember youth must be carefully taught.
Notes:
Reference: "worlds are hidden of which we are unaware",
Albert Einstein quote
Reference: The Noble Eightfold Path, Buddhist practice
Reference: South Pacific song, You've Got to Be Carefully Taught",
Rodgers and Hammerstein
105 words 14 lines sonnet
English Sonnet
Two sets of footprints merge on the beach
Earth wind fire and water
Chariots of passion as lips lubricate desire
Body mind spirit and soul
An Eightfold Noble Path squared in heaven
Love peace desire and lust
Drift wood applauds high and low waters
Corals caress chorus crescendo
A fog horn sounds hope at the lighthouse
Oyster union tantra and waves
Pheromones moan prelude rhythm and cadence
Tremors volcanoes tsunamis vibration
Orgasmic glow blushes the poets’ cheeks
Two tongues and double vision
30th January 2020
Octopus
Ink flows from the pen when sorrow grips hold
squeezes through tight places of suffering
Ejected dejected the fountain squirts Kraken’s
wisdom mimics camouflages inner power with
tantamount tentacles waits to fuse and defuse
Four pairs of arms guarding noble truths
of impermanent suffering scripted on paper
Freedom arrives when attachment ceases
thus when I attempted to touch the octopus
submerged under water a solution ensued
Too close I tried to retain the moment in what
only floats in the flow of fleeting consciousness
An eightfold path awaits once sentient beings
are respected unharmed and when wove paper
nib and the scribe mercifully merge into one
17th February 2017
Noble Eightfold path
leads way to understanding
all life’s suffering
The games people play are dangerous indeed,
To toy with emotions is a villainous breed.
Karma's response will be vengeful eightfold,
Those receiving it will not be so bold.
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