Sunday, November 21, 2010

Dukkha v.2

And ‘I’ am drowning again
In an aching sea of despond
One word bobbing up: “Ow!”

This ever-degenerating body
Rhythmically stabs the mind
With the sharp sword of Mara

Self burns in a fire of nerves
Pain exploding into awareness
A billion Buddha Lands ablaze


They call him James Ure said...

Amazing poem!! I love the imagery and the feeling to it. Very real and vivid. Thanks. :)

G said...

Thanks James. Very encouraging comment!