BOUNDLESS SAMSARA

Childhood lost to playfulness

Youth lost to passion

Middle age lost in the pursuit of power

And old age in lost in great regret

A life lost to vices

A lifetime lost to cyclical existence

Oh! How difficult it is!

 To cross this boundless ocean of samsara!  

DRIFTING RAFT

This  river is endless

 No shore is in sight

Lost in its  encircling currents

Oh! How long  can this raft  keep drifting away ! 

SAMSARA

Living and dying endlessly!

In this cyclical existence

How much suffering!

How much un-satisfaction!

How many pointless lifetimes!

Drowning each time in an attempt to cross

Entangled in this whirlpool of samsara

Oh Lord of the Vedas

How will I ever cross this river? 

MOONLIGHT OF SAMSARA

Shining in the moonlight of samsara

Beaming with the smile of happiness!

 Pleasant is the full moon of today!

But agog friend; beware thou, of the fickle moon

Waxing and waning and ever changing

Let not thy happiness hang by it !   

WORLD OF THE TIMELESS

I was born of nonexistence; and in non existence I shall be

 

No birth; no death, no truth, no reality

All these are, but a mere  play of words

A network of theories, and a thicket of opinions

For timeless is the world, as I entangle in sansara

Timeless it is; when I flap the wings of nirvana

With tied up wings, flying across the open skies  

Can it ever be; clever thought may wonder?

But is it not the cleverness of thought and memory that tie you up?

                                                             

In the world of the timeless

Even the wingless bird shall soar to the heavens!

In the world of the timeless

Is not sansara, the same as nirvana?

In the world of the timeless

Is not love the ultimate emperor?

Of blissful heart of mine 

Let me entangle in this timeless world of love !

WEEPING AT THE PALACE GATES

The palace gates remain open, and the royal garden lies deserted

His tired horse has returned home empty; his head still  hanging low

The queen in weeping, and the king couldn’t show

His little boy slept, little did he know!

His wife’s sad eyes say it all, but her tears couldn’t flow!

Oh great Siddhartha! What sorrow has descended upon your family!

Seeking happiness and wisdom, must you leave your home!

What luring torch of truth that you will find

Can make you leave your love behind

What wounds of suffering you seek to soothe

Can make you forget your son’s innocent smile

What strength of heart, and what mindful determination!

Can make you win over the mighty tricks of  Mara  

Oh great Siddhartha!

Did you weep when you left the palace gates?