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The following is my poetic/liturgical translation of the Heart Sutra:
The Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara,
Whilst in profound Prajna Paramita
Saw illume the void of the five skandhas
And prevailed over all pain and peril.
Sariputta, image and void differ not,
Image is void and void is image,
So too sense and thought,
Conduct and consciousness.
Sariputta, the manifold dharmas
Are void and neither arise nor cease,
Are neither defiled nor pure and neither
Swell nor dwindle.
Thus, voidness has no image ; no sense,
Thought, conduct and consciousness.
Without eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body or mind ;
Without sight and sound, or scent, taste,
Feelings of touch, and dharma.
With no realm of vision or realm of awareness,
Neither dullness nor the end of dullness,
Neither decline and demise
Nor the end of decline and demise.
Devoid of pain, its causes, and need to cease it,
Without wisdom or gain
And with nothing to attain.
Bodhisattvas with Prajna Paramita
Have easeful hearts free from fear.
Forfeiting minds of mirage like dreams,
They achieve ultimate Nibbana.
The Buddhas that were, are now, and yet to come
Shall all through Prajna Paramita achieve
Anuttara- samyak- sambodhi.
Hence, know that Prajna Paramita
Is the greatly divine mantra,
The most luminous mantra,
The unsurpassed mantra,
And the peerless mantra.
Able to banish all misery;
Forever true and never false!
Thus, proclaim the Prajna Paramita Mantra,
And chant it so:
Jie dì jie dì
bo luó jie dì
bo luó seng jie dì
pú tí sà pó he
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I was a late arrival
born in nineteen fifty-eight,
during the folk revival.
As a kid, music was survival.
Records then sounded great
on a platter or a plate,
like Peter, Paul, and Mary,
and Puff on a seventy-eight.
Later, having no place to go
and no one to meet,
Mr. Tambourine man would show
a wonder I did not know.
In my consciousness, he took a seat,
I listened o'er and o'er.
I put it on repeat -
something worth living for.
Chase dreams, he would entreat.
How I remember, in the park,
I heard my first live electric guitar.
At the sound of that spark,
something in me, no longer dark,
like fusion in a star,
with electricity instilled,
from where I was, it took me far.
Everything inside me thrilled.
That was only just the start.
There are too many bands to name,
who created musical art
to expand the mind and heart,
no two of them the same,
like the Airplane and Grateful Dead,
peace and love, they would proclaim,
and those sentiments would spread.
Where lies free will, if we be not awake,
enslaved by senses, in bondage to mind,
fears and desires unable to forsake,
floundering in darkness, as do the blind?
We know not who we are and yet we spar,
questioning not our conditioned belief,
so without purpose we’ve drifted afar,
having not resolve to turn a new leaf.
In states of waking, dreaming and deep sleep,
we find that in the labyrinth we’re lost,
so unless consciousness takes a big leap,
hemmed in thus, our soul pays a heavy cost.
Knowing that we know not, let us find out,
how may mind and heart become free from doubt.
How may mind and heart become free from doubt,
by knowing truth of soul and that of God,
that immune from fears that twirl us about,
gentling every touch, we give love our nod?
First things first, we must learn to stand erect,
by melding head with our tremulous heart,
doing always as conscience does direct,
that ego and soul do not stand apart.
The process then requires our surrender,
dwelling in silence, choosing to be still,
deeming all souls one, no hearts asunder,
in seamless resonance with divine will.
Reworded, we become a child again,
clinging neither to pleasure nor to pain.
Clinging neither to pleasure nor to pain,
our soul’s consciousness enters witness mode,
receptive and acceptant, free from stain,
nestled in bliss, makes the heart it’s abode.
Upon choosing to make love our mainstay,
we flow like the breeze with nonchalant ease
and doing nothing, ego falls away,
whereupon cravings of lower mind cease.
Free from desire, awareness self-aware,
beholds its luminescence with clear sight,
ready to share with souls who care to pair,
with effervescence of bliss beats delight.
The game of push and pull, was our mistake.
Where lies free will, if we be not awake?
“All minds and hearts connected with love and light of universal consciousness, in a flicker free continuum ~ what does life on such a planet look like?”
- Unseeking Seeker
Together as One,
One voice and one song,
One goal they pursue,
This heartedly they do,
A mission to accomplish.
None indulge in recrimination,
Turbulent waters abated,
War is not an option,
None is at loggerheads,
Crime does not lurk around.
Equitable distribution of resources,
All stand on equal footing,
Benevolence is at the helm of affairs,
The strong aid the weak,
The mighty prop the weary.
Fabrics interweaved into one colourful piece,
Cultures integrated and tolerated,
Hands in hands they push against the tide,
The table is set for all,
There’s room for everyone besides.
A world we dream of,
Speculative future we envisage,
Tomorrow’s cities beyond our view,
Their internal architecture, classic and ethereal,
Rays of hope permeate the space.
May 29, 2022,
Unity Consciousness Poetry Contest,
Unseeking Seeker.
Meditation may be silent prayer with a motive
Behaviors that influence mood are complex
Wealth addiction never reaches its apex
As a vital insight, Oozes is notably zen-positive.
The mirror of integrity calms interior thoughts,
scary to smother, stifle, or deny consciousness
In the need for insight, thought-rested awareness
Things related to scrutiny are tying you up in knots.
It's as a careless awakening from a deep slumber,
intense bedtime twists, and spiritual closeness
Cosmos moves in a pure sign of sublime oneness
No stochastic or endless motion in a stark number.
Bestow intellect and heart into harmony for love,
Attain stolid calm, dissolving shape and space
The mind produces awareness, sharing, and grace
To be in-articulable, bereft of a void as a dove.
Written: December 06, 2022
Thought Rested Awareness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
I must be more than what others see.
For that is just the physical me.
I know there’s more than what’s in sight.
There must be a hidden me, right?
If not just physical, then what other form?
What other choices could be the norm?
When I physically manifest.
I showed a shell of myself at best.
I may be a spirit, residing inside,
Or am I the source that’s controlling the ride?
A being of intelligence given a choice,
Communicate through writing or by voice.
Physically here to live then to die.
I know I’m more, but not sure just why.
I’m part of creation, an eternal life force,
Created by God, creation’s source.
My life is a mystery, beginning to unfold.
I’ve been fooled by many and the lies thy told.
The voice inside quietly said, “There’s layers of awareness in my plan,
Various depths of consciousness in my creation: man.”
creative thoughts we seem to think
vibrations borrowed from vast space
our muse that appears in a blink
what else is it but gift of grace
hold the applause, we’re not the cause
our consciousness is full of flaws
all eyes on us when we walk in
everything seems to go our way
we don’t need to work hard to win
the sun shines on us every day
hold the applause, we’re not the cause
know ego grips us in its claws
possessions which to us our dear
our social standing, wealth and fame
trophies won praised by the crowd’s cheer
reflect which force steadied our aim
hold the applause, we’re not the cause
put such thoughts of grandeur on pause
Loin cloth draped around his anorexic body the Buddha
Searched for the Middle Way between Nothing and All
Counted his blessings and figs as his thoughts focussed
In meditation for humility compassion and lasting peace
The tree of life’s branches lightened his shadows of doubt
Enticed the suffering of suffering to lead from above
Aristotle escaped from Plato’s cave into the sunshine
Golden Mean on his mind he foraged for balance of virtue
Moderated knowledge with feelings of exploring for wisdom
A tiny window of opportunity between secrecy and honesty
Reckless and cowardice tempting from both incomplete ends
Good humour and absurdity longing for tranquility’s resolution
Carl Gustav Jung took up the reigns drawn by polar opposites
Between living and death in archetypal subconscious conscience
Monumental conflict depicted as complements not contradictions
A seeming paradox of incongruent and existential proportions
Like the jester in Tarot’s antimony of beginning and infinite end
The persona became more than a mere mask or Janus faced challenge
The poet’s stream of consciousness meanwhile flows as ink in his pen
Scratches at the surface quite tense in his hand pointing the quill
Towards investigation and unexceptional essence of lost meaning
Guided by the inner Self and nemesis of turmoil and equilibrium
19th January 2020
The journey of the hero
Is both in and out simultaneously
As above so below
Since the nature of reality
Is its nonduality
Everything has a light
And everything a shadow
How could it be otherwise
As we occupy this space
With presence
Dreaming always dreaming
We spin our tales
Weaving a web to catch what?
A glimpse of something divine
The wick our candle burns around
The spark that ignites our consciousness
A something that is no thing
Before there was a Self to seek
The hero’s journey is out and in
There and back again
A mind forever questing
A grail made holy
By the quest
The mystery of manifestation
Made manifest
Sun made flesh and fiber
You could say
And in so doing
Once again simply
Miss the mark
(6/6/26)
Oh painful pain lingering
throbbing unjoyously
flaunt that false grin again
bring me terror of the unstable mind
where rabid horses trample garden gates
where pampered vines bleed broth and sap
no food no flavors just herbal failures
not yet extracted
the untended tend to decay
“thank you no” do I ever say
I talk I think I never pray
gracious gratitude fails twice
to patronize with sincerity
I then bend as if to bow
in garbled words of paradise lost
I mumble hollow truths
to appease omniscient listeners
who know nothing but ideal fears
admire and adore their perfect faults
escape/avoid/evade the drought
desiccated hope like dust is blown
out of your mouth and into my mind
dreams become fossils
molehills colossal