This is a recent addition to embodied poetry files, which appeared in a first draft probably in May last year when the pandemic madness held everyone its clutches. There is nothing special about this piece but I am strangely satisfied with the flow of rhythm in which it composed itself.
In the light of the Buddha's teaching one cannot but consider the present day frenzy regarding the disease and its alleged cure as a display of utmost delusion & ignorance.
Why not face the truth instead! And the truth is that everyone dies and sometimes many people die, as in a war, or in a tsunami, or in a pandemic. Accepting it will help overcome the crisis, managing the crisis by suppressing everything in its name, especially for the gain of greater worldly power will only lead to greater destruction. Eventually it will destroy the crisis managers.... But as the saying goes, 'Whom the gods want to destroy, they first make mad.'
Which only proves the point of what the Buddha taught and is reflected in this trifle of a self-manifested poem.
When Shakyamuni the Buddha magically
appearing as an ordinary man
walked the Earth of the blessed land of India
beings were born they were happy & suffered
got sick sometimes
always aged & eventually died
thus the great sage taught &
never denied the obvious
but rather made no exception for himself
in his display of passing on
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when the Roman empire stretched far & wide
or when the lands of the great T'ang send out
sparks of genius in arts poetry & crafts
beings were born they were happy & suffered
got sick sometimes
always aged & eventually died
Cesar was stabbed & so were many of the mighty
in the Middle Kingdom or beheaded
in the times of the great plague
or much later when Britannia deluded herself & everyone
with dreaming the dream of ruling the seas
beings were born they were happy & suffered
got sick sometimes
always aged & eventually died
so it had to happen that even Victoria the almost almighty
breathed her last at last
today that money power pervades everywhere
enslaving everyone through make-believe & trickery
beings are born even now
are rarely happy & more often suffering
get sick through depression & yes
beings still age & beings eventually die
before & after a shyster cure worse than the disease
will have been concocted to never cure anything but charging a hefty price
this is the way in which mind
under the dominion of karma
has set things up
for impermanence
to rule supreme
the more the minions of delusion
try to deny & suppress the fact
the tighter it keeps them in its clutches &
will spit them out
when their time is up
likewise for the self-appointed masters of the universe
whom nobody will even remember next time around
nothing will change the fact that will forever remain
beings are born
they are happy & suffer
get sick sometimes or more often
they always age & eventually die
or so the display keeps on playing until
these beings wake up & start questioning
this entire mind made set up
thus they venture into embodying
what is pure & real magic
breathing in breathing out
space there & everywhere
space even in-between
