Disappearing on the Third Turn

Material things break, the immaterial 

Disappears, like they are two Buddhas

In disguise, asking which of them is real,

Karma the teacher, or Dharma the taught,

To liberate the student and be true?

You shine your light on the outside shapes to learn

All are separate from you – you will never know

The rivers and mountains, the eyes and mouths,

And because of that you will suffer, as a drop

In a suffering sea.

The voices within call your suffering wisdom
And your heartbreak at a broken world compassion,
And you glow in the pity that you suffer alone,
As the forms you thought were yours
Fall into the void.

But in the nothingness, there’s still an essence

That needs to be expressed – the unreal waits

To be chiseled into shape and then released –  

You act without hope, thus without intention, no second

Guessing, to let the expression breathe.

Soon you cast loose all resistance to the stream,
And the vibration of unity catches, everything you touch
Teaches the beauty of you, the mountains are a mouth
And the river has eyes, and your mercy for yourself
Becomes a cry of love for all,

For all that is comes from the way you perceive it,

As your voice becomes the wind to other people,

And your face becomes the glow on golden walls

And even you believe you'd be more yourself

Never to have existed at all.