anāgāmi

not-returning to all those definitions

past debating and classification

and past all theories

 

renouncer of material benefits

unconcerned with status

detached past the grasp of normal reason

 

no-thinking

no desire

no outcomes

 

no carnal urge

for more meat to live in

abstract, done, finished

 

not-judging

nor blaming

knowing cause and effect

 

no-frills

no halo

nothing special

quite common to look at

 

aware of own universal insignificance

accepting

with humility

 

but ready to pack his cases

for the very last time

to go far beyond

and ne’er return

 

not coming back

not ever

again

Dharma of the Day #2

“He was so afraid of dying that he forgot to live…”

Herein is a truth.

 

fear not death

it is a friend

who if listened to, advises

 

death and birth

are two sides

of the same coin

and each a beginning

 

we are all simply hamburgers

sandwiched in bread

waiting to be eaten by time

 

the fear of death

makes cripples of us all

stand up, walk, run and dance

this is what Jesus said

 

inside each is Buddha nature

why not seek paranirvana

every day of your life?

 

all sentient beings experience

dis-incarnation

this is a better way to see things

it is the gold at the end of the rainbow of life

 

live now, always

seek new experience

and thrive upon its sweet nectar

 

don’t over associate with those

who worry about death incessantly

they have a virus which is catching

 

hunt your death in the shadows of your fears

bring it into the light of day

then shine the sun direct its eyes

watch it blush in shame

 

be not afraid of the macabre

for its dance speaks only of impermanence

laugh joyfully at its artifice

learn not to be so very earnest about it

 

from time to time

write your own epitaph

store them in a box

when you feel miserable, read them

and laugh at yourself

 

do not crave longevity

rather seek fulfilment

within your allotted span

 

allow not the grindstone of regret

to drown you

be fluid, move and improvise

 

be watchful ever for dawn

let each day be a fresh paper

onto which you inscribe your being

 

ponder on this

if you were to live forever

would it be a blessing or a curse?