Freedom of Thought

Freedom of thought

Like a bird

Flying around the world

 

Fearless

Like a phoenix

Burning up impurities to ashes

 

Brave

Like a snow-lion

Hunting high up in the mountains

 

Mighty

Like a tiger

Roaming the dark wilderness

 

Grounded

Like a tortoise

Shelled by the Dharma

 

Flowing

Like a fish

In the pure River of Life

 

Sprouting

Like a bamboo tree

Up into the heavenly Sky

 

Blossoming

Like a lotus

To spread its inner beauty to the world

 

Free

Like the wind

Like the sound

Like the energy of Love

Echoing throughout the Universe

How Can I Not?

Time has passed by

Like a gust of wind

A bird gets ready to fly

Oh so hard it is

To say goodbye

 

Oh attachments

To home and not-home

 

Is it still home?

Where the heart still longs

For something

Timeless

Long gone

Truth?

 

It might be

That this precious Truth

Is right here

Next to me

How painful it is

That I can’t see?

 

Some people

Call it Love

But I can’t feel it

Perhaps a little sprout

Deeply planted

In layers and layers

Of illusive existence

 

How can I accept an illusory role

Prescribed by a system

Engineered to keep me

A passive victim

That blindly and silently

Follows

What others are expecting

‘Me’

To do?

 

What is ‘Me’?

I am my mother

My father

Brothers and sisters

Ancestors

Creators of my kinship

I am more than my blood

I am the tree that I used to love

I am the river that I used to swim

I am the clouds that I used to dream

I am earth mother desperately crying for help

I am heavenly father who gave me a soul and guides me with Love

 

How can I accept

Seeing ‘me’

All my loved ones

Trapped in illusion

Delusion

Karmic sea of Suffering?

 

How can I not

Attempt to find a way out?

 

How can I not?

Build a boat

Search and wander in the sea

To finally find a ferryman

Who agrees

To take me to the other shore

 

Oh that sweet home

Where the heart longs no more

Where home is here

There

Everywhere

Nowhere

At the same time

 

If I do reach my destination

You will see

That you are ‘me’

Simply Free

 

You will realize

That indeed

You have agency

To build your own boat

Search and wander

Meet your ferryman

And see ‘me’

On the other shore

 

True Home this is

Where the heart longs no more.

 

Nameless Freedom

Nameless freedom

Is what I search

Nameless freedom

Is what I long

 

Five elements dance within

Fire burns strong

Water flows clean

Wood grows long

Metal refines pure

All ready to endure

Explosive chaos

To eternal Harmony

 

By the clear lake of mind

The lotus heart tingles

Ready to blossom

And spread Love into the world

 

By the clear lake of mind

The dragonfly flies

In circles

Teaching the impermanence of life

 

By the clear lake of mind

The fisherman knits his net of interdependence

Ready to catch

The erroneous fish of isolated existence

 

By the clear lake of mind

The woodcutter sharpens his axe of wisdom

Ready to chop down

The vine-tree of ignorance

 

By the clear lake of mind

The yogi meditates

Ready to battle his ego

To finally realize Shunyata

 

By the clear lake of mind

A bird is perched

On the tree of illusory existence

Singing

 

Nameless freedom

Is what I search

Nameless freedom

Is what I long

 

Sing with me

My friend

Only together

Freedom shall be found

The Cuckoo Sings

The cuckoo sings

Good news it brings

To my small cage

Of worldly things.

 

Please teach me

And set me free

My cuckoo friend

 

In an old cage I am,

Dirty cage

Worldly cage

Of birth, old age and death.

 

Please teach me

And set me free

My cuckoo friend

 

I wished that all birds like me

Could all be free

So I left your side

To help them break free

But nobody listened to me

Everyone is too busy

With worldly business

And since I am weak in the Dharma

Stuck in the cage I became

Suffering I am

 

Please teach me

And set me free

My cuckoo friend

 

Now I learned

That I can’t teach

Liberate anyone.

It’s all a construction of the ego.

It’s all about self-liberation

 

Whoever is tired of the saltiness of the Ocean of suffering

Will search for the purity of the sweet River

 

May all beings one day break free from this salty Ocean

May they find the source of the River of Life!

 

It’s time to emerge from the Ocean

Climb up the Mountain of Truth

And find the Source!

 

Please guide me

Dear cuckoo friend.