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PIERCING ZEN
No promises
No afterlife
No ethereal Heaven
For the good monk
The chosen, the Pope, cardinals and preachers
No forty virgins waiting for a monk
No matter the earthy sacrifice
Austere, severe
No excuses or forgiveness
No eternal paradise
Until all sentient beings
Become enlightened.
Alone in the journey to realization
Solitary non meditation
Just sitting
Waiting for the moments
Connections waffle through
Permeating memory and future considerations
Just waiting
And when they come
Letting them go
Because . . .
Trying to hold
Means not understanding the meaning
Of connectedness with all
Things and beings
Moments of absolute grandeur
That can take decades to appear
For some perhaps a short while
But they do appear
As they pierce the substratum
Of separation and suffering.
An image of non-suffering eons 130610
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