Raindrop Ambitions Poem by Ailill Ailill

What is the proper way 
to savor the ripening of the day 
without being attached to results?  
Taste the fruits of this body,  
remembering its woes?  

Feel the turn in the seasons,  
lose myself in this emptiness,  
with awareness it is a garden,  
find my way back again?  

Take heart in the passage 
of these passing forms,  
charades on life's stage. 
Move with metaphors,   
the ways they transform. 

Court the dream, without fear  
of nightmare themes. 
Dare to hope, straining in the tug  
of the hangman's rope. 
Desire love's ecstasy,  
aware of its tears of misery. 

Rock and roll to the poetry streaming 
through my window without expiring 
in the heat of its fire. Hear rhythm 
with ears attuned to sour notes 
included in its airs and tones.  

Behold the immanence of presence,  
seeking transcendence,  
in this wheel of impermanence. 

Thrive on life's paradox,  
avoiding the snare of this sly fox. 

Heartbroken within these koans,  
of my own making, I wish 
I had the answer to these seething 
questions. If I did, I would end 
this ceaseless questing,  

giggle,  
rushing towards the call,   
a mountain stream in free fall,   
mist rising, rocks below.