2014: Letting Go
touch of lime on the tongue.
Trying to forget a lover's face
but there's nowhere left to run.
These eyes are able to see the Many-Worlds again --
how they can deplete us
or renew us
based upon our relationship to Heart-Mind.
I hear my teacher's voice whisper:
Can you watch it all without getting "hooked" by it?
I seem to have managed to do that, mostly --
just not with memories
of Santa Fe
I've decided I'm 'done' tonight.
Done with pastimes like "holding out hope."
Done with sutras, gospels, psalms, and sanghas.
I've sidestepped the infinite-loop news cycles
and taken up the three sets of instructions
given to all genuine wayfarers:
> Go to the desert of the soul; take up the same fight Jesus did.
>> Enter the valley of the Mother of the Dao; surrender to the dark-engima.
>>> Traverse the mandala of the mountain
find your Original Face before your parents were born.
If you can't, feed yourself to the vultures again.
SPRING 2017: The One Constant Faithful
I have only found one trustworthy thing
among the Ten-Thousand Things:
The Great Mirror of Nature.
Faithfully, she shines everything back to you;
how you haven't been kind to yourself,
how you've been a tyrant with everyone else,
how you've let the stories of this surface world
supplant your own -- including the deeper, most vital one.
This Merging with Nature is the Oldest Way.
Jesus in the desert. Shakyamuni and his morning star.
Chuang Tzu playing with butterflies.
Forgotten peace pilgrims far from the world on distant roads.
It's the only path for me now.
It's how I finally broke myself
from dealing in daydreams and "ideals."
Worldly grasping and imaginings
are too damn painful to maintain,
so I don't.
SUMMER 2017: No Arrival
Finally, I've slipped out
of the birth canal of these times.
It's true what the old travelers say:
True Emptying-Out awaits on the other side.
In the Place of Perennial Nonbeing, you say goodbye to Fantasy Land.
The Great Tutelage has always been the same:
Meet the 'What Really Is'
with the 'Who You Really Are'
and stop trying to control every damn thing!
Then, you can really stretch your legs out at night
for another round of dreaming
at the end of the evening.
It's really the only peace I've come to know.
Silence in the dark stillness
the cacophony of the world falling away
a lone beam of moonlight
showing another "rhinoceros"
(c) 2017 / Frank LaRue Owen / purelandpoetry.com
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