Bodhisatta: This world’s a muddle of water air earth fire rain embracing friend mixing pure impure pure alike, lanes ravine tanning every drop clean unclean yet invincible….
Tathagatta: So many pebbles on my way have I overcame trodden ways hard, my feet of pain leathered bordering I went uncapped walking across without hope into hopelessness
Bodhisatta: Ways bind for seeker’s of truth walking ceaselessly in scorching heat
Whirling loom of lustrous desire Sanghan, Sharanam, Gacchami, breaking desires of life release fruits of Dhamma Sangha
Tathagatha: Fellow seeks sink not into the well of time none has dared so rip strings consciousness waken seven lamps of comprehension to unravel mysteries into dusty beads of mysteries.
Bodhisatta: My tripod frame has little of strength to endure cracks of time prick, dismal signposts wayfarers robes wrapped dusty enameled designs of feet my only query your wise advise.
Tathagatha: Colors this nestling changing prismatic fume world trap seeker
True wealth lies intoned at flavored place blindly we follow greener pastures
Of fleshy lands creeping withal masquerading seekers multitude within the
Protective bands festers your minds the oozing bloody drips drumming years prattle rims of whispering noises your minds demand change great renewal. Life substance.
Bodhisatta : True your worship we missed truth with minds fickle and sense unstrung why could my rimy threads miss your gospels divine well said my lord the choice you knew better but I missed but you taught art of knowing things deeply coarsely and carefully browsed logic of truth we forget
Tathagatta: I speak you know things I never taught my boats steers across lanes crocked how long shall I teach and you listen, my way is sought I shall leave my way like a crocked river returning towards oceans vast abyss of timelessness, golden lamps seven tinkling low look for those bells waving notes for wise and shuffling atop the hilly Sumera.
I have sought. Seek your release yourself.
Vinay K M
Lecturer
Department of English
Kuvempu University
Shankaraghatta 577451
Shimoga Dist
Karnataka State
India
Dirty floors I walk upon carefully
trying to sidestep the mysterious
stains and sticky patches.
Well water that stains every cup,
makes the bath tub gritty,
makes everything washed smell funny,
and leaves the taste of dirt in your mouth.
Cheap cereal from Aldi’s
that tastes like sugar coated styrofoam.
Half finished paint jobs,
bare insulation covers the ceiling,
dirt so thick you can draw in it.
Dead sparrows in the yard
shot by the homeowner
for simply being too plentiful.
Is it any wonder
I hated it there?
Is it any wonder
I couldn’t wait to get home?