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?

In to the night I wondered,
hopelessly looking for that
one hint of truth,
that spiritual essence
that would help me discover
who and what I really am.

Who am I?
What am I?
What should I do?
Who should I be with?
Where should I go
to fully understand my
destiny and purpose in life? 

Then, as if succumbed by
glimmering wisdom
it occurred to me;
the journey itself
was the map of truth.
It beckoned the path,
that perfect azimuth
that would lead to the
unsolved mystery of
who and what I really am.

It was only then that I resolved
to relax and enjoy the journey.
It would be a trip through life’s
peaks and valley’s.
En-route I would witness the
construction of a life time of memories
as I patiently waited for my destiny to unfold.

The end of the journey was clouded in mystery
but I sensed its end would come much too soon.
Even if I ventured through more of life’s valleys’ then peaks
I would still be grateful for having had the opportunity
to take the trip, and I would ultimately cherish
the promised enlightenment that comes only,
in to the night, at journey’s end.