I saw you worried about life,
Sometimes hiding as a phantom,
In good days, pretending to be
A skillful master of the world.
You're heated by fast-moving sands,
Tied by this adventurous game,
Filled up with visceral impulses,
Each day is a race to complete.
Take the courage to plunge in a purifying storm,
Let the rain come, dismantle your bondage,
The lightning may crack your attachments,
Thunders may discharge your desires,
A cool air may awaken you
From the hypnosis of conditioning,
Of sheer objectified aliveness.
Let everything slip, pour away
There's nothing to keep, to fetch
When all webs are purged,
A Buddha finally sees his nature.
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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