eternal waterfall of infinite mind
standing upon a bridge
suspended over rambling cascades
flanked by prayer flags
dampened by the mist
silently rejoicing - the sanctity of this place.
i looked upon the length
of her graceful stature
fallen river like a crashing monument
her roaring syllables muted
by the whisper of her vaporous vowels.
fallen maiden rises again like
a hydrogen-soaked marionette...
"did you change your focus?"
pointing to her third eye
the Bodhisattva queried.
taking me gently be the hand
in tender response to my empuzzlement
"come." she said
now, leading me back down
to gaze upon the mystic maiden through
the eyes of Samadhi
and i permitted them to linger
upon her poetic deluge
gushing through stone-parted lips
the persistence of her femininity
penetrating the cliffs
and as my mind took its place
beyond body
beyond time
the sum of her parts appeared
like spiraling crystalline.
there was no beginning
and there was no end
a cyclic existence of infinite breath.
all that remained was being-ness untouched
and echoes of Gaia rhythms floating among us.
so i surrendered myself
abandoning all uncertainty
that suffering is illusion
all pleasure seeking - in vein.
placing my faith in the eye of my mind
seeking within all that is to find.
there is absence of doubt
in true presence of truth
impossibility refuted in
a realm of twisted absolutes.
there are other dimensions
beyond what we see
illusion is the perception
and not the reverie.
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dharamsala, india
october 2011.
standing upon a bridge
suspended over rambling cascades
flanked by prayer flags
dampened by the mist
silently rejoicing - the sanctity of this place.
i looked upon the length
of her graceful stature
fallen river like a crashing monument
her roaring syllables muted
by the whisper of her vaporous vowels.
fallen maiden rises again like
a hydrogen-soaked marionette...
"did you change your focus?"
pointing to her third eye
the Bodhisattva queried.
taking me gently be the hand
in tender response to my empuzzlement
"come." she said
now, leading me back down
to gaze upon the mystic maiden through
the eyes of Samadhi
and i permitted them to linger
upon her poetic deluge
gushing through stone-parted lips
the persistence of her femininity
penetrating the cliffs
and as my mind took its place
beyond body
beyond time
the sum of her parts appeared
like spiraling crystalline.
there was no beginning
and there was no end
a cyclic existence of infinite breath.
all that remained was being-ness untouched
and echoes of Gaia rhythms floating among us.
so i surrendered myself
abandoning all uncertainty
that suffering is illusion
all pleasure seeking - in vein.
placing my faith in the eye of my mind
seeking within all that is to find.
there is absence of doubt
in true presence of truth
impossibility refuted in
a realm of twisted absolutes.
there are other dimensions
beyond what we see
illusion is the perception
and not the reverie.
_______________________________________________________
dharamsala, india
october 2011.