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Om Mane Padme Hum 2

by

Ryan Kenney

I

Standing silently with only a gaze upon a reflecting lake,
reflecting a beauty, a love encompassing all.

The old slave woman saw the same vision and felt the same feeling as I did.
She said, "If you forget your duty and happiness, and pursue an opposite course of sin and folly, you will lose the respect of the wise and the good, and find, when too late, that 'the way of the transgressor is hard.'
She promptly dissolved into the wind.

II

His tender head against my chest is a tender moment and my mind becomes the moment.
His blue eyes are his mother's and the reality of inter-being is shown to me.

Meditative eyes can see the lotuses blooming,
at each point of suffering, the lotuses are there,
some eyes cannot see them just yet.

III

I am preparing for the journey ahead,
with each movement, with each experience.
I close my eyes and can see the Buddha sitting cross-legged in the sunrise.
I realize that the time has come for the wise to awaken samsaric lives,
I open my heart and mind to accept and to move away from deception and illusory lies.

IV

The sun is setting amidst orange-pink swirls of grand light,
and the Shadow is coming,
but the Shadow is me, is you, and it passes like anything else.
It is a delicate sky-sun vision of Shadow o'er Beauty,
but a symphony of winds blows the sweet honey language of love and its taste is all there is now.

V

The skies have opened up and have dropped the covering of clouds and darkness,
the Wish-Fulfilling Jewel sits cross-legged on a Tibetan cloth in India chanting mantras of compassion:
Om Mane Padme Hum
Om Mane Padme Hum
Om Mane Padme Hum


Diamond Spring Red Rose Water

by

Ryan Kenney

Cool smooth shadow dream of flowing Diamond spring red rose water whispering frantic chantings of love through the raw blue sleep sea storm lathering the bitter tongues of life into the singing of a "delicate sky-sun vision" of Beauty and Shadow void of language death time beneath the sweet spraying honey mist of True Love