Life gathers aggregates
Like the iron grows rust around it.
The rust is not iron although
it derives itself conditionally from iron
Life gathers aggregates
Like I, mine, myself
Like feeling, ideas and isms
Like senses, dreams and analyses
True emptiness is iron, solid liberation
But the loneliness could be an aggregate
Just watch it deeply, closely and without attachment and aversion
The very awareness that it is an aggregate
Brings one at the centre of life
And the centre of life is all life
Free of aggregates.
...I was centered..free of aggregates, life happening all round me, eye watching deeply, from all sides, till all sides, fell in on me, will I be ever free again of aggregates.10+
a thought unique on what is life.imagery from mines and minerals.we all end up in dust.
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I would like to translate this poem
And the centre of life is all life- And thats it! ! ! A perfect poem that once again ended in wisdom!