Silence
My faith, my blindness
My belief, loneliness
My views to nothingness
Eight fold path to myself...
Questions were born
Doubts were reborn
Suffering dared my mind
And I allowed this silence in.
Answers were born
Clearness was reborn
Compassion hugs my mind
I've never had both feet in.
No voice, no sound
My roots in my ground
My chant to forgiveness
Eight fold path to myself
I sit with this drama
And I was aware through the Dharma
Enlightened mind.
My past in a heap
My views were so deep
Pain and joy have become one
I've been the moon, the sky and the sun.
My Zen's master is in me
My Sangha's my home
And I let this silence in
If it's sense of myself
My path is in me
A mantra to embrace
Nirvana my place
I've never had both feet in
Accepting my pain
Embracing my pain
Letting it go as rain
I've never had both feet in.
Generating my joy
I'm my own boy
No wishing it as a toy
I've never had both feet in.
Poetry by Edgar J. Jackson
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Written on 2017-11-07 at 03:13
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