March for peace

The Burmese monks’ peace chant
got a hold on me, and I can't shake it off...
The peaceful march and protest FOR justice,
ending in violence and death.
Some things ARE worth fighting for
Some things ARE worth dying for.
The world should resonate with the monks in the chant:
This should be added a new mantra,
a new beautitude. It is for me. ~ R

This is what should be done
By one who is skilled in goodness
Having glimpsed the state of perfect peace,
Let them be able, honest and upright,
Gentle in speech, meek and not proud.

Contented and easy to support,
With few duties, and simple in living.
Tranquil their senses, masterful and modest,
without greed for supporters
Also, let them not do the slightest thing
That the wise would later reprove.
Let them cultivate the thought:
May all be well and secure,
May all beings be happy
Whatever living creatures there be,
Without exception, weak or strong,
Long, huge or middle-sized,
Or short, minute or bulky

Whether visible or invisible,
And those living far or near,
The born and those seeking birth,
May all beings be happy

Let none deceive another
Or despise any being in any state;
Let none wish others harm
In resentment or in hate.
Just as with her own life
A mother shields her child,
her only child, from hurt
Let all-embracing thoughts
For all beings be yours.

Cultivate a limitless heart of goodwill
For all throughout the cosmos,
In all its height, depth and breadth --
Love that is untroubled
And beyond hatred or enmity.

As you stand, walk, sit or lie,
So long as you are awake,
Pursue this awareness with your might:
It is deemed the Divine Abiding- here and now.

Holding no more to wrong views,
A pure-hearted one, having clarity
of vision, being freed from all sense desires,
Is not born again into this world.

Evolution of Dance

blind spot

we travel
not exactly
together
occasional chance meetings
most times
you re in my blind spot.

~r

reminder

I am reminded time & again

what I thought was real wasn't real at all

nothing is quite as it is told

it is definitely not how it is sold

& you stand there wanting more from me
the more I see the more I learn
the less i wish to try
i really have to say goodbye

everything come to pass
some times what was
is not what is
and what is
is not quite what you expected it to be

There was a 'there & then'
and
there is a 'here & now'

there's you

and
there's me
there's no we.

~r

Bear of Little Brain

When you are a Bear
of Very Little Brain,
and you Think of Things,
you find sometimes
that a Thing which seemed
very Thingish inside you
is quite different
when it gets out into the open
and has other people looking at it.

W. T. Pooh (A. A. Milne)

you kissed me goodnight

I've forgotten the tone
forgotten the tune,
But that's okay
-you kissed me goodnight.
The rythm returned
it beats along with my heart
no rhyme or logic
But that's okay
-you kissed me goodnight

with one touch,
one dip,
one sip
one slide
i slid
and reluctantly
said goodnite.

~r

emptied

pushkin 1821

I have outlasted all desire,
My dreams and I have grown apart;
My grief alone is left entire,
The gleanings of an empty heart.
The storms of ruthless dispensation
Have struck my flowery garland numb-
I live in lonely desolation
And wonder when my end will come.
Thus on a naked tree-limb,
blasted
By tardy winter's whistling chill,
A single leaf which has outlasted
Its season will be trembling still.