June 24, 2013

• The Great Teacher: The Sword of Delusion

   

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  I do not often write in verse but this came to me while I meditated the other day.

   

   

   

  What more proof does one need

  Than to witness the monolith

  The immense power of delusion

  From ocean to ocean there marches

  an uncountable number

  of soldiers bedecked in weapons
  like so many ants filled with poisonous venom

  
  And even on the oceans,
  Man has made land

  that floats like islands

  to bring their swords and arrows

   

  And below
  like a leviathan
  the waters are tunneled by metallic worms
  filled to bursting with the fires of hell

  tell me, even of one man

  If we opened their skull

  would we find the sage within those folds
  or would there be a king-scowling and brandishing
  the scimitar?

  with our children, with our spouses

  our mothers and fathers

  friends and acquaintances

  even these, our supposed kith and kin,

  those we use words like, ‘love’ and ‘care’
  with-these holy words-even with these, our

  ‘precious’-we defile those words
  Even with these we attack them with our

  darkest winds, our lustful and power addled
  desires

  We only know this power, this lowly

  corrupt, perverse power,

  and it pervades the universe like water in a

  soaked rag

   

  But even this, even this, becomes a light to Illuminate
  the flawless words of the Blessed One

  for, even in the face of this seemingly all pervasive
  Ignorance
  This hateful ignorance
  that rises up like some terrible mountain
  Spewing and covering the sky
  Even this is a light.

  For tell me this. Against such might what general

  would tell us to attack?

  Which king would tell us the war
  Is winnable?

  And yet, the Blessed One has

  
  The Blessed One has said to look
  at his words and test them
  and what greater proof is there
  than an evidence that is pervasive?

   

  Violence and so forth
  pile upon the earth
  and yet, among all this

  there rises, again, and again

  the lesson of Peace

  It is not just the Daughters and Sons
  Of the Conqueror that practice it
  It is in each day, a secret moment, where the Mother
  is not addled-that she whispers peace

   

  And each age, a handful come to light
  that teach Peace

  That teach that it is the way

  With the hordes of false teachers

  both animate and inanimate
  Who teach the opposite-for so long
  How could it be that it still rises?

  
  Be well G

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