(On the Mother’s day)
Born out of my mother’s womb,
My hazed eyes of the present day
Converge the soft soil of this samsara
Feeling the amorous warmth
Of illimitable and immeasurable
I'm quite conscious of.
Grown up I'm
In the tough and sturdy legs
Massaged by the pure oil
Of immeasurable mind.
Matured I’m as the absolute man -
The conception of
My affectionate motherhood.
In the time passing by,
When my mother turned
Old enough to fragility and frailty,
Then my mindful memory
Erased my own childhood -
The nam* and roop*
Of my mother in me.
I'm occupied this much
To set myself morally uprights,
Bemused I’m in my right
To concede you like my own,
Stayed far away from your presence.
The suffering you confronted
In your old and fragile body,
My nature of looking intently at you
Fell down your mind into despair.
When my mind stuck in
Brahma Bihar, the Assembly of Divinity,
I grasped you utterly.
Alas! You were then only
A lustrous star in the sky.
Merely for a day of each year,
Contentment flaunted in me by
Peeping your Nam and Roop
In me and mine
In the beholding mirror
Of the immeasurable universe.
*
Bramha Vihar, also called Chatu Bramha Vihar –
The assembly of Divinity or immeasurable
in Buddhism has four moral virtues, namely
Loving Kindness (Metta), Compassion (Karuna),
Sympathetic Joy and Equanimity (Upekkha)
Samsara – The material world
Nama – Mind and mindfulness
Rupa – Shape or form
Like a shiny demigod, you stand here before me with unconcerned eyes beaming down into the depths of all I am, but you’re blind and I can’t seem to find the will to help you-- I don’t care to. I’ll let you struggle and always think you know when even I can’t know. There’s a dynamic flow in everything and it’s everywhere, but still from somewhere a selfish, stagnant force fights for dictation, and gets stuck at ideation. We get stuck at identification and separate you from me. We’re isolating and decimating, contemplating and waiting for some external action to save us.
Failing to see the unity, schisms fracture Love and disrupt Peace. Quakes of arrogant desire believe their imagined lies to confine their own lives strict within the cage of fearful ignorance, securing us in sensation and fenced in selective cohesion. Reason is a thing oft in neglect, associated with only the intellect, a mere man, amassing “facts.” Think about your knowledge and realize it’s aged, already stale (naturally technique and recipe remain). We can’t know NOW, and therefore can’t measure it. With no labels, now is new, infinitely unknown… This is now. This is all there is and all I am, but not me. There is no will, therefore no actor. There is no I… There is this moment….and here, accordance with the harmony of reality occurs. “I” don’t love. Here, there is Love, Peace, and Freedom, the lack of all self. Nothing is here, but here is everything.