We met in the dark
Your eyes shone as you approached
Keeping the distance you made your moves
Weeks had passed since I last saw you
I had to let you go
You didn’t want to be with me
The choice you made was hard to swallow
I fought it off initially
Seeing it as a phase which would pass
But you were determined
The nights without you continued
When I brought you back in
Within minutes you vanished again
Back to the open door
WIth the food waiting for you
You no longer wanted to be with me
As painful as any loss can be
So to my surprise this night
The pain had subsided
Making room for somehing bigger
A feeling of love and compassion
As you carefully approached me
Never close enough to touch
But my heart was moved deeply
You were at home now
And yet you didn’t forget about me
As you turned around
And walked back to the door
Your meow resounded in my heart
I may have lost you to the neighbour
For the first I know
I truely found you
Thank you White Spot
The illusory play of mind
Makes me believe what I see
Let’s me hear what is not there
Thoughts pop up ceaselessly
Like effortlessly playing a game
The mind tries to hold me hostage
I want to break free!
Daring to cross the threshold
Confronting the familiar patterns
Overcoming addictive habits
Questioning the rigidity of this body
Investigating the very nature of I
Where is this mind I hold so dear?
Who wants to break free?
Reading Buddhist literature makes me question mortality and impermanence. Or not so much question, it makes me think of it.
In fact, it’s such an obvious fact that we’re all going to die that it’s almost weird that we tend to look the other way. We picture it a great drama or keep it far from our every day life. But death does not seem normal in the west. We tend not to talk about it.
I think i’d rather follow the Buddhist advice, which is to think of impermanence and death all the time.
It may sound depressing, but I know from my own experience it’s not. It actually helps to deal with difficult situations more easily.
Why quarrel and fight if you could die tomorrow?
And yet all these things – or distractions – lure our minds into busily debating sports, politics and the latest technical gadgets. Short term happiness is what we strife for.
But in the end we’re going to die. Even if we amass great quantities of wealth, we can’t take any riches with us. Why not give up attachment right now? Why not stop fighting over unimportant matters? Would it not be wise to consider death some more?
My entry for this week’s monochrome madness as hosted by Leanne Cole
You can see the entire collection from tomorrow at http://leannecole.com.au/blog