It will not be obvious

from the confines of office cubicle

speeding train

or the time-bound, ghost-filled inner fortress

fashioned from the bones of wounding

 

but out there beyond the tree line

where the two worlds meet

the same spirits of renewal

that the second and third Buddha turned to

for resolve, buoyancy, and healing

await us too.

 

Within the embrace of that realm,

and it is nothing short of an embrace,

we will find the First Sangha.

 

Within the grace of that realm,

and it is nothing short of grace,

we will find the Dharma that predates the Dharma.

 

Within the soul-unburdening of that realm,

and it is nothing short of soul-unburdening,

we will feel the watchful gaze of Standing Buddhas.

 

They apply no filter.

They see you for the real you that you are.

They embrace you for all that you were

and will be...

...so that you can too.


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

sound: Roy Mattson, Intersecting Skies

 

 

 

 

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