Selections from
GROWING UP IS A COSMIC THING

"The Pure Land"

Is this for me,
To be reborn in the Pure Land,
     for all eternity?
My seed thoughts of desire
     are unexplored and unexported.
My baggage is intact,
     and remains unwrapped,
For it has no place to go .
The world has exploded,
     and my desires have imploded.

Samsaric realms,
     without their coverings,
Are bare,
Stripped of the colors they bear.
Only the candy stripe
     of form and formlessness remains
To explain it all,
Like seasonal moves,
     from fall to winter,
And how winter always finds its spring.

Samsaric delights abound.
Can we push past this palette
To see eternity as the sum
     of what comes,
Then ceases to be,
     and then some,
And as a watchful sun
     who sees it all
Who is all things in our minds,
     and then some,
Who is like the sound in our ears
     that resounds past them.

We sign to the source,
     we sigh,
We offer rhymes,
We break our silence,
     and then we die.

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