I heard a woman singing in my dreams last night.

Her voice was like a gentle bird.

She was not next to me, but was somehow close-at-hand,

as if she'd alighted on a branch outside.

 

Everyone is made of light.

Everyone is made of light.

Everyone is afraid to give away the light;

to give away the light,

to give away the light.

Everyone is afraid

to give away the light.

 

With every passing day,

every passing hour,

the world is becoming the one

where people's light is dampened

where people's light is taken

where people choose to dull

all but the last sliver of their light.

 

Only through ignorance do we think

the light is in limited supply.

We think the light is in limited supply.

The light is unlimited.

Unlimited is The Light.

Everyone is made of light.

Everyone is made of light.

Unlimited is The Light.

The Light.

The Light.

The Light are we. 

We are The Light.

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I awoke,

 fell apart,

and fell open with terrible shaking.

A final wall of inner fortressing falling down?

A sword finally retired and put back on its shelf?

 

I saw the slow-unbinding cord of my whole life behind me.

I remarked to myself in the gray morning light:

'I have only ever wanted the lotus, and wanted nothing to do with the mud.'

Quiet Brother Thay's words then came to mind: 

 

No Mud, No Lotus.

 

A gentle pointing-out of the obvious;

but this time, like a Dharma seed cracking open,

I could finally see something taking root.

 

The woman who was not next to me,

but who was somehow close-at-hand,

guided me back into sleep with a lullaby for the road:

 

When the lotus seed opens, there is no longer a lotus.

When the lotus seed opens, there is no longer the mud.

There is only fresh sunshine in the heart, and fresh sunshine from above.

Maintaining luminous awareness even in the midst of the mud of life;

that is the lotus and the Path of the Lotus-Born.


(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) / purelandpoetry.com

image: Guanyin (Kannon), Female Bodhisattva of Compassion - from Java House Imports / Silver Lotus, New Orleans. 

sound: "Escale A Odawara" / De Retour / Ujjaya (Hery Randriambololona) 

 

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