Something I dug up while browsing My Documents
Swiftly, softly,
a rising chime
to falling,
silent - then calling-
Jumpstart, kickback,
sheets off, no lack
of compulsion
to get where I’m going-
Walking now, then running, all the while
there’s snowing, melting, and flowing
all underfoot, running, rushing, rolling,
touching everyone, finding everywhere,
no one exempt, none without care.
The self, the one common rhythm,
grasping, yearning,
composer of sorrows, obstacle to learning.
Beat, beat, beating of soles pounding
earth beneath feet,
right in time with the heart’s thumping, jumping.
At the realization-
No self, no problem.
A ceasing of pain,
an end to grasping, the key to contentedness:
desire’s lapsing.
Wishing only that the streaming runoff
could convey, as it now lays
in puddles, this tenet, that this passion play
has an end, and that its ending
is not impossible - rather, we may
reside in the now, laying
aside desire,
aside craving,
aside thirsting,
there’s a quenching
possible for us
in realizing
that something means nothing.
a rising chime
to falling,
silent - then calling-
Jumpstart, kickback,
sheets off, no lack
of compulsion
to get where I’m going-
Walking now, then running, all the while
there’s snowing, melting, and flowing
all underfoot, running, rushing, rolling,
touching everyone, finding everywhere,
no one exempt, none without care.
The self, the one common rhythm,
grasping, yearning,
composer of sorrows, obstacle to learning.
Beat, beat, beating of soles pounding
earth beneath feet,
right in time with the heart’s thumping, jumping.
At the realization-
No self, no problem.
A ceasing of pain,
an end to grasping, the key to contentedness:
desire’s lapsing.
Wishing only that the streaming runoff
could convey, as it now lays
in puddles, this tenet, that this passion play
has an end, and that its ending
is not impossible - rather, we may
reside in the now, laying
aside desire,
aside craving,
aside thirsting,
there’s a quenching
possible for us
in realizing
that something means nothing.