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6.2.14

Dying (II)


Musical Accompaniment:


When i awoke my tracks were covered in a foot of freshly fallen snow
The morning sun shone through the trees and the frozen forest was aglow
A gentle breeze came from the south and the boughs swayed to and fro
And I broke camp and headed off, though I knew not which way to go

A ten hour trek brought me up to the summit of the world
The clouds were all below me, around the lonely peaks they curled
The wind rose up the slope, the snowflakes scattered, danced and swirled
And I planted my banner beside the others, colorful and unfurled

The walk back down was lonely and I sang a song to pass the time
The tune was a just simple one and the language was not mine
When I reached the bottom of the mountain, I dove back into the pine
And contemplated my adventure to reach the enlightened and sublime

Had I achieved my goal? My thoughts had begged the question
Petitio principii so goes the old expression
For years I had been searching, this was now somewhat an obsession
The view from the top had left behind a rather great impression

But I was disappointed, it wasn’t quite what I expected
My moment of nirvāṇa had left me unaffected
Then suddenly it hit me and in my tracks I stood corrected
The answer lay not at the apex but was with everything connected

In the end it wasn’t the teachings or the training or anything I’d read
It was the love I’d shared with those I’d known, the life which I had led
It was the feeling and emotions, the words all left unsaid
It was the logic and the reason, the thoughts in my own head

So I lay me down upon the soft white snowy ground
And starred out longingly as the trees and stars all gathered round
I was sure that after time my shell would eventually be found
But my soul would long be gone, perpetually unbound

For so very long I’d been repeating life era after era 
But that glorious winter day was when I finally left Saṃsāra

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