Wednesday 22 February 2012

FROG

FROG

Life with God,
Or without God,
Is all the same to a frog

Pity the poor mental gymnast;
He has overfilled his tank
And fuel has spilled all over the road.

~Rudra Nua

FLOWER OR FLY

FLOWER OR FLY

The pilgrim rests his staff and tears of frustration soak the ground.
He backed lame horses and fished without hooks.
All trust in trodden paths had long evaporated and
All hope for preferred states were left behind.

From this abandonment
A sapling appeared,
A fledgling peaked from the nest.

To flower or fly is at the whim of destiny
Not in his jurisdiction.

~ Rudra Nua

FREEDOM TANGO

FREEDOM TANGO

Salt doll, rope snake, duck rabbit
Hoary old chestnuts
To ask me who sees this life as solid.

In the fairground house of horrors
The floor starts to quiver.
The dear friends lose their lives.
Relationships form and bust.
The hungry lion of impermanence stalks the bush.
The carpet is whipped out from under the feet.

Two ways are open;
The well trod path of believing it all or
The freedom tango of seeing the false for the false,
The true for the true,