Thus naturally reveal the living landscape and history of my
Defeats, failures, sorrow
All telling their tales in my unfolding form,
Which becomes increasingly a form of many folds
And bulges, and over them all an ever finer network of
Interlinking wrinkles, a living raku coated in cracks all over the surface …
Of this my living skin,
This outer billboard of my inner womanhood
Author Archives: The Baron
Poem: Voices of Madness – II – other
humans abandoning human emotions
demons despairing of being fought against bravely
abandon the currency of mutual respect
and wallow in wanton lower realm scorn
spinning the wheel of samsara as idle indulgence
grown fat and happy with complacency’s sinecure
Poem: Voices of Madness – I – self
if only you could touch me
you might see me
if only you might see me
you might touch me
Haikus #91-94 Mind and Colour
hot color cold colour
bright color dim colour:
colours are the speech of the gods!
Haikus #95-103 Grasping
one breath
after another
existential grasping!
Trikaya Ruminations #2 The Three Levels of Spiritual Development
The Buddhist teachings involve three main Yanas, or vehicles, which correspond with the three main stages of spiritual development (true in all genuine traditions) namely:
a) working with confusion to tame and pacify it
b) working out of confusion into realization
c) working with realization to stabilize and complete it
Trikaya Ruminations #1 Of Materialists and Spiritualists
The liberation of enlightenment is simply no longer functioning in a state of existential confusion. And what is the nature of confusion again? Not seeing, and therefore not being at one with, the nature of mind.
Buddhism 101 Series #4 The Three Kayas Trinity – One and Many
These three kayas, though distinct, are inseparable; no single one happens without the other two being present so basically they are just three aspects of one overall reality.
Haikus: #79-90 Contemplations
one lone bird warbling
one whole life story
in fragile moment of song
Poem: A song of simplicity
like dew on dawn grass
like millions of leaves waiting in quivering stillness for wind
like paint staying faithfully on a wall…