A Forest Monk Speaks

(From Fires of Spring)

If you find your self in a Buddhist temple,
You are not in a Buddhist temple.

Though you pray and chant for your self
Night and day, you remain in Hell.

Living or dying, are the two, not one,
Happening at the same time?

A Cobra lifts its head, hissing in your path.
Sing it to sleep forever. It is you.

      

Copyright 2005 by Rayn Roberts