Friday, April 1, 2011

Poem

Don't think I have posted this one before.

Samsara
A Chess Game
of souls.
Recombining
Lifetime after lifetime
A limited series of templates
recycled endlessly
a thousand year life.

or this one:


the Mind
A sharp one
Is not a gift.
Better
to be
A Dog.
With no past
or future
But a bed
And bone.
Kind words.

A good Mind
Sees the subtle shading
of injustice and the
tragic nature of our paltry lives.
There is no peace
for those with vision.

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