[ a poem ]
Denigrated, disenchanted and disenfranchised
not anymore seeing and hearing those closest and dearest.
Invisible walls erect. Blotching out neighbours, friends, partners.
Busy denouncing, competing, complaining.
Slave execution of instilled group canon programmes.
Poor little me. Just wants to be liked. Part of a ‘mother’ party.
Ha ha ha. All so cool. Muchy Funny Jumpy Micky.
Fireworks popping. Tails wagging. Aimlessly hopping about.
Settling for the collective conduct of ‘sincere pretence’.
Only the media seems real. Getting a daily quick-fix all-important.
More than happy to pay, no matter how much.
Crackpot haphazard circus chickenshit.
Shaken and stirred, vomited and re-inserted.
Until filled to the brim.
Nasty venom, lurid and rank.
Sealed-off from Truth and Kindness.
A zombie-monster, though love and success seem real and in sight.
Loop-doomed to stick-it-in, take-it-out.
Me, me, me.
No-one and nothing at all.
Entering the gate of No-Life.
And that’s the naked end of it.
Tears not being shed.
Sentimentality a lie all along.
Inverted principles of the Three Realms are ruthless.
Drowned without mercy.
The blaring sheep stream pours down into the abyss.
Happy, dazzled, anaesthetized.
Different colour ribbons. Festively wrapped victims.
Free and individual. All so nice. Almost flying-off into the sky.
Look how beautiful I am.
Even the furnace in front looks like heaven.
So many promises and hopes, even great expectations.
Poor sheep. Sacrificial lambs. Wiped off the historical slate.
… just like that …
Devils smirking. Jealousy won.
You see, Lord God, Lord Buddha, Great Dao?
Golden body. Master piece of master pieces.
Biting poison. Eating entrails.
Passed down through the entire pyramid.
Until reaching the rats gnawing away
on each other’s fecal jewellery.
Feigned meaning in vying and fighting.
Ignorance, lust and petty desires.
Blatant self-interest fake purpose of life.
Trampling tradition. Outbidding friends.
All forgotten. No friends. All lies. No future.
Not even present.
Except ghosts and snakes feeding away
on whatever Goodness is left inside.
Deserved or undeserved?
Blaming others for own faults and stupidity.
Self-pity wallows in filth and gore.
Always killing the ones more capable.
Boredom. Hypocrisy. Passing time.
No matter how high the achievement –
still all for naught.
We mortals. Born again and again.
Prison of Samsara. Fate and Necessity weaving.
How lucky to have a human body.
For all of those stepping forward and out of it
the Future cannot be more …
Words fail. Notions fail.
The most beatific art might as well be the lowest of forms.
Adamantine. Diamond-like. Never-degrading.
The Divine Gong of Dafa gushes in.
Gods, Daos, Buddhas – never again tired and ageing.
Mighty benevolence without bounds.
Buoyant matter dances – is – flickers, rejoices.
Into the deepest of depths and greatest of greatnesses
of the micro and the macro.
[ tags: writing, poetry, abyss, sheeple, scapegoats, sacrifice, ignorance, denial, pettiness, deception, jealousy, wanting, becoming, golden body, divine realm, humans, human condition, salvation, .. ]