Poetry


20180731 oh mother life bw00859 bia

 Oh, Mother Life


Life is what struggles eternally
For the undying realm of happiness 
Yet now, still needs some support 
Namely, food, fight, and procreation.

Falling for the charms of food, fun, & fame, 
Subjects human beings to all kinds of stress. 
Their superiority to animals is most miraculous
In how much more enslaved by sensual fluff.

Having achieved this level of life we carry on
Passing beyond minor and major defilements 
Till reaching life's timeless-complete end, 
In harmony with
God — entering Nibbana.

    

Buddhadasa

People Language & Dhamma Language


People language, Dhamma language, why such a mess?
It helps preserve language, little brother!

Isn't people language by itself good enough?
It can never express Dhamma that is profound!

What kind of stuff is spoken in people language?
Simple matters that people understand without thinking!

You mean people just listen and need not reflect?
Even if they must think, they use people meanings!

And what stuff is spoken in Dhamma language?
Those that lead into the Path & its Fruits!

But who can understand such queer sounding stuff?
Realizers of Dhamma savor it deeply in their hearts!

People language is for people, isn't that true?
The more they talk, the further from truth they are!

And where will Dhamma language lead us?
The more one speaks it, the closer to Dhamma's heart!

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Mocking Sky, Daring Earth


Earth and sky only give birth to Ego, 
Endlessly deflating & inflating with evil & good 
Never allowing even a moment's rest
As if dying within itself throughout the world.

For we lay down to die within their frame 
Surrounding oneself with aimless desires 
Pushed by the perverse power of ignorance
Because earth & sky squeeze & wring the heart.

Wanting nothing to do with them, I prefer voidness,
Not letting anything control heart and mind
Where's the value in good & evil, sky & earth, 
When I have no need for a moment of Ego.

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Sd00679 bia

The Supreme Buddhist Mantra


They arise, manifest, and then cease — 
this is the main mantra to use when getting
rewards, status, praise, or any kind of happiness,
so as not to be drowsy, forget ourselves, or indulge.


They arise, manifest, and then cease — 
this is the main mantra to use when losing
rewards, status praise, or even wife and kids,
so we aren't weakened, confused, or distraught.


They arise, manifest, and then cease — 
this is the mantra to use at the last lesson,
the best weapon for dueling with death,
fully at peace beyond Mara's snares.

     

No Clinging, No Biting


Even if you don't cling to the goodness you've done,
It still gives good results in return.
Even if you don't cling to the evil you possess,
Further evil is fed according to its nature.

Non-clinging is far better in not biting;
It can be quiet, peaceful, settled, and circumspect.
As soon as you grab something it turns and bites;
Good and evil both bite, to that I can attest.

Non-clinging isn't the least bit heavy, 
Delightfully free of any power to entrap.
The least clinging, jumps you into the pits
Gnawing at the roots and every rung of the heart!

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Bw01603 bia

Buddhadasa


I offer this life and body to the Buddha,

the Buddha is my master,

I am the Buddha's servant.

Thus, I am called Buddhadasa.

     

20180731 dont mess up bw00024 bia

Don't Mess Up


Brother, what good do you see in me?
Little brother, who can know the heart of another!

So why do we become intimate & love each other?
It's much more peaceful & easy than hating each other!

Brother, what do you want me to do?
Just don't mess anything up!

Is that enough for you to stand by me?
Well, if there's no dukkha, what more do you want!

Are you implying that I still suffer dukkha?
If you desire fame, status, or acceptance, there's dukkha for sure!

So if we aim for what is lowly happiness is assured?
All I'm asking is that you don't mess up; figure out the rest!

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C06045 bia

Work


That work gives humanity its true value 
and is of the highest honor there's no doubt. 
If one enjoys work with a blossoming heart, 
soon knowledge of Dhamma deeply pervades.

Because work is the very essence of Dhammic living, 
superbly bringing together wholesome virtues, 
By analogy, compare the intelligent sharpshooter
who with a single shot bags a sack full of birds.

Naturally, work is to be done mindfully, 
with calm focus, patience, and industry, 
with honesty, self-control, and intelligence, 
with faith and courage, truly love your work.

The more one works, the more these dhammas flourish
promoting the transcendent shore without pause; 
seeing the universal characteristics in everything, 
in a flash plunging into vimutti* and freeing itself.

     

(*) Vimutti = liberation, release

C02796 bia

Why Were You Born?


Hey, tell me, why ever are we born here?
If you're still selfish, you won't believe anything I say!

How about a hint, so I can float my boat in the stream?
Basically, naturally, we are born simply to be people!

Come on! Is that really all there is to it?
If one fully lives up to the name, it's abundantly fruitful!

What sort of born is called
inhuman ?
The birth that wastes the life one's been given!

How is one born so that this life isn't wasted?
Do not in any way transgress the duty of being human.

How is one born to the fullest standard of humanity?
Firmly commit to the duty of Dhamma people!

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20180731 theres no me bw06514 bia

There's No "Me"!


Me myself doesn't really exist,
So where will you find
my wife and kids ?
Not to mention
my wealth or my stuff
Because I don't even have a
self of my own!

If those are the facts, then whatever is it that
Excites and sends body-mind moving around?
It's just body-mind, haven't you noticed? 
Don't you know that body-mind is not
self?

It's merely wonderful, profound natural change
That thinks, feels, speaks, and acts according to causes
Just ordinary blind aggregates and elements 
Don't idiotically assume that
Me exists.

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Bw05121 bia

Remembering The Hornbill


Chatty Lord Hornbill ... kruk ... krik ...
pecking my back as if to scratch it.

All the times you threw my sandals around
playing, dragging, shoving them about like a tractor.

Now you've died, gone and left us
after landing on a high power transformer.

One foot burnt to a crisp, your last breath
no peacock's screech could compare.

The hearts of everyone who knew you
skipped a beat when they got the news.

No matter how or where, whoever dies
having lived virtuously can't really sadden anyone.

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Sd01708 bia

Buk-Bik Doesn't Drink


Old Buk-bik shakes his head at the least whiff of booze, 
even when the odor is mixed into the very best of cakes, 
a single box costing a frightening amount of money.
Takes my heart away: the buyer wanted to make merit!

A real treat, but why won't this dog even touch it? 
Because of its smell, he goes crazy and pees in disgust.
Just a whiff and no dog would think it of any value;
the whole pack goes wild in their refusal to eat it.

Ponder this, please, when you pour from your bottle:
Push a dog to drink, he'll just turn his back on it and flee 
leaving the whole bottle behind for people to upend.
So drink up instead of the dog — then who's laughable?

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