Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Poem to Padmasambhava, Lakshmi and Her Daughter.

It felt good to be in the garden of her heart,
In the grasses of her curls
And the sun of her smile --
For a moment
It felt good.

The Earth is my lover now
And mother as Lakshmi.
Brother can you spare a mind?
Vacuous, void, unpredictable Thatness --
It felt good.

Like a fountain in the sky,
Good and evil, it feels, just are.
Like a star, or an Iraqi scar.
The Inquisitor
Its ajar,
Time,
And we move the wheel.

1 comment:

Natalie said...

but where's the war and death??