Prison poetry IV

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  • Sunyata I

    Just as a still puddle
    casts a true reflection
    of the countenance
    which gazes into it,
    framed by the perfect splendor
    of the infinite blue sky,
    so, too, does the mind,
    calmed to perfect stillness
    and tranquil silence—
    unobstructed by ripples of delusion
    and unfettered by clinging attachment
    reflect only the clear truth
    of joyful enlightenment
    shining forth from
    absolute emptiness.

    A Loving Kindness Dedication

    May those who laugh
    Laugh with someone,
    Not at them.

    May those who cry
    Cry, not alone, by themselves
    Or in the solitary regions of their hearts

    May those who speak
    Speak words of wisdom, love, and kindness,
    Not of ignorance and hate.

    May those who fight
    Fight not in violence, anger, or greed,
    But for peace, justice, and equality—
    And with a compassionate heart.

    May those who sing
    Sing not to divide or deride
    But with words of joyful elevation
    That celebrate and inspire.

    May those who smile
    Light up the world
    With the love and warmth
    And splendor of their smile

    The Breathless Flame Doesn’t Burn

    Like a flame,
    Anger burns
    Only when nourished
    By the breath of our thoughts
    And fanned by the winds of action.
    So, too,
    Burn the fires
    Of our other delusions:
    Pride, selfishness, deceit,
    Ignorance, hatred and fear,
    Among limitless others.
    By feeding the flames
    These fires will grow
    Threatening ever to consume us
    And leaving us to reap
    The karmic seeds we’ve sown,
    Which blossom and grow
    In the ashes of our potential
    Of what and who we might have been.
    We can extinguish these fires
    Before the flames can burn
    And sear us.
    For, if we remain
    Ever mindful
    Of our thoughts and actions,
    The sparks of deluding passions
    Will starve for breath
    Without hope
    Of ever catching flame.

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