A Weak Heart's Search Poem by Ayni Poet

Pulse lower and lower,
As if the sound of drums
Is lost between thick walls,
Photons almost stagnant
Fed up with artificial life,
Clogged with labels,
Enslaved to fleeting desires,
Chained by deep attachments,
A heart slips away from the Dharma.

Triggered by passion,
Parted between the scared and the world,
Kept alive by vanity and greed,
Egoic ambition and otiose control,
One's most delicate jewel,
Cries from beneath the mud,
Wanting a second of fresh air and
A new, truthful way to live.