The house is on fire

Homage to Lord Buddha and the Fire Sutra,

Homage to the cuckoo messenger,

Homage to the Heart that lights the way,

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If I continue let this fire burn

I’ll burn myself to death

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If I continue let this fire burn

I’ll burn myself to death

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Everything is

Burning

From eyes,

To ears,

Nose,

Tongue,

Body,

Mind,

To the six objects of senses,

To the six consciousness…

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If I continue let this fire burn

I’ll burn myself to death

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Shit, help…

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Such is the urgency

Of stopping this fire

Like a man stuck in a burning house

Fighting its way out

Fearless

Without anything to lose

Its walls are crumbling

Yes its walls are crumbling

The Heart shall be the light

The little light I see

I shall follow you

My dear

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Listen ungrateful child

In dedication to the cuckoo who taught gratefulness,

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Oh ungrateful child

You are a tough one

To conquer

See my sword of wisdom

I shall slash you into little little pieces

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Go cry for your mother and father!

That little pain you have in your

Back, neck and head

For just working a few hours in the restaurant

That is nothing compared to the twenty years of work
That they endured to send you to school,

College and roaming around the world

You think that you deserve better

With your college educated skills

But can those feed and sustain you?

As of now you are alive

Because of the restaurant

You say you want to change the system

Benefit the workers

But you, privileged one

Leave work before the shift ends

Hypocrite

You say you want

To become a writer

Then write

About the contradictions in your life

You ungrateful child

No, life is not that easy

Not at all

This restaurant of yours

Was not easy to build

Can you hear that vicious laughter and mockery

Your parents received

When they had to beg and borrow money?

“You crazy fools!

It will never succeed!”

The ‘shit’ they had to take from

Relatives, ‘friends’ and customers

Would make you weep for days and days

Oh if you heard those stories

Aren’t you protected from the sorrows of the world?

And you are still ungrateful for it?

Change your ways before it’s too late

Redeem your sins and negative karma

Ungrateful fool!

Your reality was projected to you

In order for you to transcend it

Fill your heart with Gratefulness and Love

And you shall overcome it

Yes if you listen and do so

Those encaging walls shall crumble

Those snakes shall be wiped away

Love, teamwork and cooperation

Shall arise

And indeed the world will change!

Change your ways before it’s too late my friend

Listen to my words, ungrateful child

When you meet another bird

When you meet another bird

You learn to let go

Wow I’m not that special

Just a wondering bird among many

Perched in this world-tree

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When you meet another bird

You learn to let go

Your worries, attachments and cravings

Fall down like cold snow

As it touches the witnessing Earth

It becomes the cool stream

That flows and flows and flows

Oh this stream has flowed through

Rivers and mountains and forests

And so it shall continue to be

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When you meet another bird

You learn to be Free

Dharma and Love are not mutually exclusive

Love is Freedom

Not the egocentric selfish cage

That imprisons the soul

So be Free little bird

Fly and go see the world

Experience it and suffer from it

To finally internalize Buddha’s Noble Truths

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Oh Lord Buddha

When will I stop craving?

The bird sings

You have a long way to go

Perhaps

When you flow through

Enough lives and experiences and sufferings

You will let go

Let go of all

And dwell in Nothingness

Taking Refuge

My mind searches and searches

… as I try to find words

For my incessant search

What words to use?

River flow flowing chasing pleasure satisfaction fame respect identity bonds culture meaning life intimacy beer food consumption happiness the mind never stops chasing

Until I hit a dot

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Small, simple yet beyond powerful

Like a massive cliff

Here

Death

Stares me right in the face

At this point in time

I lay in bed

Old age or not

Diseased

Unable to move

Perhaps I am alone

Perhaps my family and friends are with me

Yet what can they do?

Sooner or later they will be snatched too

So they sit immobile and agonized

Watching me

Fearful for their own inevitable Fate

In whom do I take refuge?

Mother?

Father?

Brothers?

Sisters?

Friends?

A beautiful partner?

Wealth?

Memories?

Will the memories of a life I once had keep me happy?

Will I be ready to face Death?

No!

Memories are ephemeral moments long gone

And I am about to go too

When I see those shadows sneaking up to me

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In whom do I take refuge?

In agony I scream to myself

In whom do I take refuge?

In whom do I take refuge?

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Crying tears and snot

A sweet voice reminds me

Of the teachings

Expounded by the messengers of the Creator

All Paths lead to the One destination

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I take refuge in the teachings of Love and Compassion

In the Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha

Fearless

I throw myself upon the cliff

Free-Falling

Finally Free

The Waterfall opens

The River of Life flows within as I write this sentence

Flowing free freedom wind caressing a birds feathers chasing fish gliding in rhythmic waves splashing into the golden sand crabs dance the dance of mating fisherman picking crabs taking home cooking a warm delicious crab soup for his beloved partner and children enjoying meal together going to the market selling crabs to roaming people shoppers from all classes and social statuses they go home cook eat fresh crab dishes enjoy life as the river flows people flow towards the cliff and .

Death

Should I Stop?

No the energy continues never dies only transforms itself returning to mother earth memories temporarily erased rebirth following its causes and conditions karma life continues suffering taking the path until its ultimate liberation

Nibanna

It’s a world of contradictions

Oh ‘self-entitled’ activist

You want to change the world?

How about your mind?

Are you mindful?

Of the contradictory world

You encage yourself in?

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Here you are in Paris

Where the world has its eyes upon

The COP21 negotiations

Nations have gathered

Corporations

Organizations

Associations

And ‘activists’ like you

You live in a hostel

You attend different workshops

Meet new people

Learn new things

It seems like

You are becoming conscious

Of the contradictions

Of your dualistic world

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Did you know that

Ben and Jerry’s

Which sponsors your hostel

Is owned by the multinational Unilever

Remember those free ice-cream shots with whisky

It’s ‘a GMO free ice-cream’

They claim

But its cream

Is derived from Monsanto’s milk

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Did you know that

Immigrants

Some Muslim, some not

Clean your beds, bathrooms and have to undertake

Your hypocritical ‘recycling’

Sometimes you walk past these brothers and sisters

And show no appreciation for their service

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While you go outside and eat

Food served by Muslim immigrants

The French military

Bombs the Muslim ‘terrorists’ in Syria

What a contradictory world is this?

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While you go attend

COP21’s “green zone”

The visitor’s section

The French police visit

Mosques, Muslim restaurants and houses

Raiding for potential terrorists

What a contradictory world is this?

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While you sit in front of your laptop

Writing for the so called

Social, environmental, humanitarian causes

People are starving, dying and

Losing all hope in Life

Refugees stuck in a limbo

Between the French and English Channel

What a contradictory world is this?

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Why was it so hard

After you had your nice “croque-monsieur” meal

For you to give some baguette bread

To a women beggar with a child?

Are they fake beggars?

Are they cheaters?

They wore head-covers

Most likely Muslims migrants

Where were they from?

Turkey, Syria, Lebanon?

Or other countries far away

From your limited consciousness

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How can you call yourself an ‘activist’

If you can’t Love?

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How can you call yourself an ‘activist’

If you can’t Love

The woman beggar with a child

The Muslims

The ‘Others’

The People

Torn in dualistic concepts

Corporations and non-corporations

Oppressors and the oppressed

White and non-white

French and non-French

We and them

Me and you

Self and non-self

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Delve beyond the world of contradictions!

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As you mindfully breathe

Become conscious of the world around you

And how to act upon it

Break free from the gap

Between your actual self and ideal self

Let go

Be in moment

Gain courage to Love

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This is the Bridge

This is the Bridge

This is the Bridge out of this contradictory world!

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Now go spread Love around the World!

 

 

 

 

 

The Hypocrisy of In Between

In between worlds

I stand adrift in my little boat

In the vast ocean of samsara

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Sometimes energetic

Sometimes lost and confused

Sometimes Oppressor

Sometimes Oppressed

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Such is the hypocrisy

Of in between worlds

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Denying the Oppressor

Denied by the Oppressed

Wearing Oppressor clothes

Eating Oppressor food

Venturing out to ‘serve’ the Oppressed

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Such is the hypocrisy

Of in between worlds

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It might be that

In the eyes of the Oppressed

I’m still the Oppressor

With a foolish smile

And foolish acts

What a foolish child!

It might be that

In the eyes of the Oppressor

I am an ungrateful child

That eats the food but does not repay back the kindness

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Such is the hypocrisy of in between worlds

Alone, lost and confused

I stand adrift

In my little boat

In the ocean of samsara

~~~

The sail is torn

The mast is loose

The stern is cracked

The cracks are leaking

The boards are molding

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Oh bodhicitta boat

Break not

Don’t break

Until we reach the Other shore

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The egotistical fool in me

Thought I could ferry

The Oppressors and the Oppressed

In my little boat

Together

To the Other shore

How foolish!

How can the blind lead the blind?

Let go and find yourself the Way

Only then you can return to fetch

Those who are ready to depart

~~~

Oh bodhicitta boat

Break not

Don’t break

Until we reach the Other shore

~~~

The winds of time whisper

Ten years took Ulysses

To finally reach Home

See those mermaids

Beware

See those sorceresses and nymphs

Beware

Watch out for the one-eyed cyclope

The cannibals

Serpents

You’ll encounter them

Just take heed

Wondering sailor

~~~

All things are impermanent

Indeed

You’ll realize this

Sooner or later

The hypocrisy of in between worlds

Shall cease

Get hold of your little boat

Make repairs if you need

Look into the deep horizon

Can’t you see?

You are not alone

There are many bodhicitta boats

Adrift in the sea

You’ll soon meet them

You can sit, converse and chat

And continue journeying

Towards the Other shore

Life and Death of a New Chinese Bourgeois

blue bird and chinese plum blossom
Blue Bird and Chinese Plum Blossom (Thanks to http://www.inkdancechinesepaintings.com/plum-blossom/painting-2485024.html)

New chinese bourgeois

Oh you studied in America?

“The Land of the Free,

Home of the Brave”

Are you brave enough

To stab the Oppressor in you?

Are you Free enough

To realize that you are caged

In a wheel circling endlessly?

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What?

You are going to Portugal

To help your mother?

Then here are some words for you

New Chinese bourgeois

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Since you’re in Portugal

I’ll speak Portuguese to you:

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Estimada,

Nova burguesia Chinesa

Porquê esta frieza

No teu coração

Para os trabalhadores

Que outrora foram

Teus irmãos

Porquê esta fraqueza

Contra a perda da tua riqueza

Que ganhaste
Mentindo e manipulando

As tuas irmãs?

Porquê?

Porquê?

Porquê esta dureza

Nas tuas ordens

Para com os teus subordinados

Objetos

Considerados por ti

Dominados

Eles são, por ti

Porque não abres

O teu coração

Para o sofrimento que infliges

Com a tua existência

Olha, estás cego?

À tua frente estão

Os teus irmãos e irmãs

Quase mortos de Espírito

Forçados a uma rotina desuhumana:

Acordar,

Trabalhar,

Comer,

Trabalhar,

Comer,

Dormir,

Acordar,

Presos,

Continuando esta routina

Sempre trazendo dinheiro para os teus bolsos

Que prisão de existência é esta

Em que tu fazes de gerente?

Porquê?

Porque é que continuas a ignorar os sinais

Da tua Morte iminente

Cuidado, eles vêm aí para te buscar

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Morre esfaqueado

Oppressor!

E Acorda finalmente

Dos teus sonhos nublados e pesadelos

Morre, Oppressor, Morre

E Levanta-te de novo

Como Homen Livre

Luta lado a lado

Com os teus irmãos e irmãs

Sofrer juntos

E morrer juntos

Contra este Sistema

Vicioso

Caprichoso

Que nos imprisona

A todos

Não ouves os sons do tambor

Do teu coração?

É o som do Amor divino

Da Compaixão

Os três perdidos

Liberdade,

Igualdade,

E Fraternidade

Já voltaram

Não vês?

Eles já voltaram

Deixa tudo para trás

Juntos marchamos

Juntos marchamos

Para uma nova Revolução!