This short poem I wrote down after having sat in a long meditation nearby a city-lake in Kuala Lumpur...during my sitting I was focussing deeply on the empty nature of all phenomena
Outside a suffering man walked by,I reflected deeply.
A tear welled in my eye
For it is 'I' who walked by.
But that 'I' is not I,
For the true 'I' has no eyes.
And can not be described
Through rhyming lines.
No comments:
Post a Comment