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WearinessThe thought is quite preposterous, And something I can’t entertain. God’s games have grown monotonous; I can’t accept this kind of pain.Weariness
Soon days will come when things will change, But problems will remain the same. Yes, troublesome, but more so strange: Consistent save for changing names.
Appreciation for your aid, And for your reassuring smiles, But no: the path’s already laid, It stretches on for endless miles.
My body wracked, I slowly fall, The hours have filled me with ennui.
I don’t believe in time at all,
by ~dharmadhatu
DharmadhatunirdesaWandering in the human path, Wondering whence existence comes, Feeling that ends and starts exist Think upon words heard spoken thus: Vimalakirti opened the eyes For seeing the dharmas that pervade Reality viewed in terms of space Equally both in men and gods. Distinctions ‘twixt the paths of beings Undermined thus in interbeing: Unity seen being all, as allDharmadhatunirdesa
Penetrate, mutual, save for none. Phenomena’s causes and effects, Numb’ring in vastness past our count, Randomly fixed to one another, Heedless of mutual interbeing, (Vijña
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Stand StillMy mind, somnambulent this eve - propelled By forces imperceptible, withheld - Encompasses more thoughts than I can name; Thus seeing sights removed from daylight's frame, I ask myself what draws these to the fore: Dark fragments, which inform, yet beg for more. The mindstream slows its flow until it seems Still-standing frames of consciousness - like dreams Remembered when our waking minds arise, Adhere to form, and open up our eyes - Are all that is composing the "is-me."Stand Still
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PhantasmAwake. Discorporate, these dreams won't last: A start in startled psychic terror's throes, A rush of warmth like many times now past, Those smiling eyes like those of one who knows. A tad bit much adrenal glands dispatch To meet the nameless threat that lurks around Within the haze here hanging in a patch, And you feel that you hear things without sound. The feeling imperceptibly will call, And, growing in you, turn your mind to fear, That in yourself you aren't alone at all, And things awakened from below draw near. But fearful feelings are dispelled by light; IncoPhantasm
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