In the time or
in and out of the space or
elsewhere I wandered,
I clasp myself alone,
but no perception of bliss of joy.
Many rebirths I conceded
Many samsara I roamed
I clasp myself alone,
but no perception of bliss of joy.
In the day or the light
In the night or the gloom
In and out of the universe
I explored with earnest
everywhere in the earth
but no perception of bliss of joy.
Can I retrieve it elsewhere?
While it’s as the brightest
as the gleaming star
in the chaste gloominess
inside the spirit of my own mind.
Attha devo bhava*
The brilliance lies indeed
in me and mine for ever
Illuminating all the world.
My body, speech and mind
Attain the mindfulness of Nibbana
Within me and mine.
*
Samsara – the material world in which the beings live.
Attha devo bhava (pali) – I’m the master of my own.
Nibbana (pali) – Nirvana (Sanskrit) .The literal meaning of "blowing out" or "quenching". Nirvana is the ultimate spiritual goal in Buddhism and marks the soteriological release from rebirths in sa?sara.
Categories:
soteriological, allegory, allusion, feelings, freedom,
Form: Free verse
The curse, the lethargy,
conceived out of wedlock Dawn and Day,
the mother-in-law of the race of the Ogres,
the tub filled with toads, vipers and snakes,
the cohabitant who always stays out -
here's a partial list of the problems
that await the true princesses,
whereas a dreamless sleep is a soteriological ideal of any Buddhist.
Bent over the beautiful princess,
I feel a pang of mercy,
and, rising from my knees, get out of here -
by little Mopsey, the Princess's spaniel, which is lying on the bed,
by the hypothetical fire upon the hearth,
by the doormen in whose cups wine turned into mold long ago
and beyond,
through the wayless wood of existence,
which is not a problem for my ladylove anymore.
As Charles Perrault rightly stated:
“Thorns part before a royal blood only”.
1St Corinthians 13:13 Inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
Categories:
soteriological, love,
Form: Free verse
As innocent as a sealed envelope,
and as purposeful as a postman,
in a practical and dirtproof short skirt,
I go the long way round through the dark forest.
I carry a present for the Ideal,
not cake and wine, oh, no -
the crystal vessel with my heart inside.
The distant Ideal is soteriological,
but the wayfarer is stubborn and enthusiastic.
My feet rise the dust, my bra is tight,
the moths like my eyes and lips…
Having seen the silver roof from afar,
I pick up the pace,
I knock on the door
and I hear the voice:
"Tire la chevillette, la bobinette cherra*".
*(fr.) Press the latch and the door will open.
Categories:
soteriological, fairy, inspiration, literature,
Form: Free verse