Cry!

In our divided

clinging consciousness

In our ego-centered

dreaming

we are bound.

Flung

Unaided, unable

to distinguish

The nature that is peace.

Drunken

Imagining distinction

in the nature that

is form and formless

Grieving

for we have seen

the difference

Between the crystal and the nectar

that fills it

with its emptiness

Oh..

If we could

only taste

the soundless voice

that sings its silent name

In colors

OM!

Vairocana Holy Holy

Bring the blessed kindest

Wisdom of the Dharmadhatu

To this singer’s song

Scream!

For we are angry

we are chained

In our self-righteousness

we are prisoners and wardens

Alone

No love in hate

No reason, no meaning

Hallucination, like a drug

we’re burning

Stiff

with jaundiced principles

disjointed, numbed

We’ve sold our value

for a nightmare

Sick

and filled with venom

we are dead and dying

scratching at our eyes

that we might see

Locked

in form, in function

In making statements

meaningless in the silence

of our indivisibility

HUNG

Vajrasattva Blessed Blessed

Bring the mirror wisdom

To the crying ones

who long to see your face

Running

In our race

to nowhere

Pumped with

self value

Our holy war

Straining

With increasing tension

Structuring conviction

Deny that I am you

can’t see your eyes

Plumped

And filled with dirty

hard distinctions

We are successful

We have sat our

hellish throne

Preening

In the gorgeousness

of reason

Reasons not to give our lives

Oh, take this life

Truly

We try so hard

to know the rapture of union

Impossible to know

with hearts so dry

SO

Ratnasambhava Buddha Buddha

Bring the view

of equanimity

like holy wine

to this tired burning child

Need

The force is boundless

the aching endless

It never ceases

We are obsessed

Craving

The fire burns us

Our lips are parched

Our eyes, our hearts

Know no release

Pointless

The endless seeking

brings more of nothing

The suffering of suffering

has reached its peak

Moving..

this restless searching

I think of babies

crying

for the mother’s breast

Touch us

We need to feel it

It all seems

out there

Beyond our reach

AH

Amitabha Purest Pure One

Cleanse our Perception

Bring the feast

of Pure Discrimination

to our hungry mouths

Wounded

Worlds of wounded

Crying and helpless

No one to

hear them

Too much jealousy

and fear

Wasted

Too tired and jaded

Sick and faded

Certain of my fix,

my gig, my sphere

Unaided

Standing alone in

mute acceptance

Burden of proof

so heartless

That we are here

We are

I am

Engaged

In righteous battle

I am unique!

Distinguished!

Endless is my work!

Please

There must be something

Or maybe someone

Responding sweetly

But never me

For I cannot

HA

Amoghasiddhi Sublime Dancer

Bring us the movement

The sweet activity

Of Perfect Love

© Jetsunma Ahkon Lhamo