Sutra By The Tree
Posted: August 1st, 2007, 9:06 pm
Sutra By The Tree
the silence of trees
perfect meditators
true Buddhas
bent only to the wind of samsara
under eternal blue roof
seeking refuge
within
3 jewels
Buddha dharma sangha
yet there I am now sitting
back taught
against a tall oak
limbs as lidded eyes
tenuous above
still silent in shamatha's embrace
the tree trunk limbs leaves
formless in itself
impermanent yet rooted firmly
in the Buddha's grace
clouds whisper
cosmic secrets
swirling soft pillows
gathering dreamt dreams
minds origin remains ethereal
bee buzzing about
fucking wildflowers
open purple sex
at forests meadow edge
a breeze blows through
mynonself sitting as Buddha
with pointed breath
I too am the perfect Buddha
somewhere somehow
Milarepa's arrow to my heart
my body is lost
cracked eggshell for skin
eternal sand in my bones
enlighten my mind
beyond meadow's edge
glistening
a warrior approaches
mounted on a white windhorse
shielded by the dharma
trodding slowly
his fair steed
diamond sharp
with timeless breath
carried from time of the 3 Buddhas
through days of kings and queens
conquests and crusades
the dharma cut through
to days of a world at war
then
new power and desolation angels
the dharma remains
and here I sit
shadowed
by the vajra warrior
the silence of trees
perfect meditators
true Buddhas
bent only to the wind of samsara
under eternal blue roof
seeking refuge
within
3 jewels
Buddha dharma sangha
yet there I am now sitting
back taught
against a tall oak
limbs as lidded eyes
tenuous above
still silent in shamatha's embrace
the tree trunk limbs leaves
formless in itself
impermanent yet rooted firmly
in the Buddha's grace
clouds whisper
cosmic secrets
swirling soft pillows
gathering dreamt dreams
minds origin remains ethereal
bee buzzing about
fucking wildflowers
open purple sex
at forests meadow edge
a breeze blows through
mynonself sitting as Buddha
with pointed breath
I too am the perfect Buddha
somewhere somehow
Milarepa's arrow to my heart
my body is lost
cracked eggshell for skin
eternal sand in my bones
enlighten my mind
beyond meadow's edge
glistening
a warrior approaches
mounted on a white windhorse
shielded by the dharma
trodding slowly
his fair steed
diamond sharp
with timeless breath
carried from time of the 3 Buddhas
through days of kings and queens
conquests and crusades
the dharma cut through
to days of a world at war
then
new power and desolation angels
the dharma remains
and here I sit
shadowed
by the vajra warrior