Cutting Through

I shall not be well until

I stop eating poison

stop craving poison

stop mistaking poison

in all of its lovely disguises

for dessert.

I shall not be free until

I unshackle myself from devotion to illusion

shall not be opened until

I no longer mistake a lock for a key.

I shall not be awake until

I stop loving the dull slumber of habit.

Kind lama,

free me from knowledge.

Throw me lovingly into the fire

of hopelessness.

Slam shut the door

with the swift and perfect mudra of completion.

Obliterate my conceptual mind

leave me like a flower under the sun–

always facing upward

open to the infinite sky of what is.

Comments

[woodstock]

Amazing, isn't it, humanity's capacity for illusion. It's key to our idea that anything is permanent.

Thank you for sharing the beautiful words.

[Dave]

As i am not a lama, all I can do is correct your typo: "it's" should be "its".

[dale]

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