Tuesday, August 22, 2006

i wanted it,

like nothing

nowone ever wanted it more

like the craving

im left with

when you choose to ignore

my voice

as it hollows the halls

and sways the lampshade still.\

my rhthm of sound

will seek through your tounge

and press upon the topics

you wish to push aside

but this is the consequecne

we learn to subside

with freedom

for love

and freedom

for i

and you

and them

who crowd the lands

and rub there bellies to the born

who teach the teacher

who learn from brothers

to those who say goodbye with peace signs

this is feelings

this is me

you

them

here

now.

how

when we live in the rush

of the bus to the sound

of overworked

men

pounding at the concrete

day out and day in

like clockwork of the sun?

they pour the sweat

not understanding

not winning

but holding at a steady

racing

time

with money

with problems

with race

with love

wtih difference

with change

like leavezs

falling

down

never the same



if we look hard enough

you see we die somehow with our eyes closed

our fingers clenched

to questions unknown

to survivors

unseen

exposed to light

tunneling past perceptions

past progressions

past suppressions

to simple word





OM.

"Thus the six syllables, om mani padme hum, mean that in dependence on the practice of a path which is an indivisible union of method and wisdom, you can transform your impure body, speech, and mind into the pure exalted body, speech, and mind of a Buddha. It is said that you should not seek for Buddhahood outside of yourself; the substances for the achievement of Buddhahood are within. "