Saturday, 08 August 2015 3:10 PM

2012

WHEN IS A BUDDHIST , A BUDDHIST ?

Pokhara
There is a young Tibetan lass ,
Scholarly presenting , with eyes of an enchantress
This heady mix feigns the real ;
Books she reads are but surreal !

For instance , the FOUR SEALS as elucidated by Khyentse ,

Are her guiding pillars not by chance .
The passion she exudes of learning & teaching
Cannot be matched , as they are far reaching !

The powdered incense burnt by the lass

held in a fish receptacle made of brass
Questions lifes mundane views which no longer remain .
For through her supreme sea changes rain !

Why these occur are not questions to ask

As all thinks are lifes mask
Seeing through and true is enough of a task
Failing that one stays in a confined cask

Funny some ocassional meets however transpire

May these events in the fabric ever conspire
Integrating distant lessons in a knit
With neither a stitch missed nor a single heart beat

Gautam Siddharta lived two & half millenniums ago

But his impacts and influences still today echo
To our own detriment & demise if we ignore
Otherwise life grows from the sacred core

Impermanence is also the nature of memory

But the impressionss impetus unfolding in its purity
May be appreciated only in humility
Contemplation and reverence to the FOUR SEALS lead to liberty

A prose such as this can only come from beyond

In the transient skies vivid colours rebound
Gandharvas & Apsaras rejoicingly play music & provocatively dance
Who but the very bold and courageous can take a stance ?