Cutting phenomena

A little poem about the training of the mind.

Cutting through our mind-stream.

This flow of habits and tendencies

Cutting right through the mind-stream

So a breach of freedom

Lets her sun to be seen

Cutting right throughout the flow of thoughts .

There’s no ennemies , no enmity.

Then no threatening emotions to flee.

Nothing else to do but apply a love beyond ourselves

Each and every day until we become a compassionate sun.

Clinging no more to the subject object

Making so no difference between ourselves and the world 

Scattering away the dualistic claws of good and evil

A brain wide open to the universe

A thunderstorm of peace

Without violence

Because there’s no one 

To defend

Nothing to attend.

Is the void light?

Reviews

[Roland Petrov]

Probably your most accessible poem yet. Nikos Kazantzakis claimed that the void was darkness, but nothing to defend or attend sounds very light to me!

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Brilliantly crafted, with stunning imagery, language, cadence and rhyming.