No worry friend
What matters when
This Journey is a Homecoming
Where you'll find you
Spinning with open arms and tears of joy
At the End
You spirited wanderer
Controlling neither seas nor wind
Yet ceaselessly easing
Haul avast haul avast
Steady as she goes
And so she breathes
Without fear of the beasts below
And you brave monk in rainrise robes
Did your self immolation
Your burnt offering of self
And ashes sowed
Rune the fields of glory
Or your hands
Bloody run red pulling blackberries
Between bramble and nettle
Divine the infinite
And you brave monk in sunfall robes
Did you find your God
In a fish or in a wood
By the rod or by the road
On the sun border of rain clouds
Above rainbow below
Or was your puja for your self alone
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Without life, light or love
Blind and Deaf to all things
devoid of humanity and even inhumanity
long departed, bereft of energy
Even my essence and I have been parted
never to reunite.
There is no I or anything
all is dead and gone
even my fear which paralysed me,
All hopes and dreams turn to ash and dust
that I have no more experience to repulse me
all has become nothing
known and noticed by no-one
Not there to have anything of any note,
removed even from remorse:
like sunshine beyond the clouds
and lost life outside once fearful walls.
What matters when
This Journey is a Homecoming
Where you'll find you
Spinning with open arms and tears of joy
At the End
You spirited wanderer
Controlling neither seas nor wind
Yet ceaselessly easing
Haul avast haul avast
Steady as she goes
And so she breathes
Without fear of the beasts below
And you brave monk in rainrise robes
Did your self immolation
Your burnt offering of self
And ashes sowed
Rune the fields of glory
Or your hands
Bloody run red pulling blackberries
Between bramble and nettle
Divine the infinite
And you brave monk in sunfall robes
Did you find your God
In a fish or in a wood
By the rod or by the road
On the sun border of rain clouds
Above rainbow below
Or was your puja for your self alone
__________________________________
Without life, light or love
Blind and Deaf to all things
devoid of humanity and even inhumanity
long departed, bereft of energy
Even my essence and I have been parted
never to reunite.
There is no I or anything
all is dead and gone
even my fear which paralysed me,
All hopes and dreams turn to ash and dust
that I have no more experience to repulse me
all has become nothing
known and noticed by no-one
Not there to have anything of any note,
removed even from remorse:
like sunshine beyond the clouds
and lost life outside once fearful walls.