A short inspiration regarding the purity of true-self |
Where beauty is, then there is ugliness; where right is, also there is wrong. Knowledge and ignorance are interdependent; delusion and enlightenment condition each other. Since olden times it has been so. How could it be otherwise now? Wanting to get rid of one and grab the other is merely realizing a scene of stupidity. Even if you speak of the wonder of it all, how do you deal with each thing changing? -Carver Byrd ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zen: On Enlightment By: Carver Byrd The rain beat heavy through a darken sky Not a soul was present to see it cry Somewhere at a distance, it began to unfold That mystery in me, one I’d never been told Young summers flew on a windswept dream The years it betrayed, or so it did seem Denial of truth, I came to accept From someone foolish, someone inept Years later, a man with his age Brought forth the vision, aware of the cage If laughter had wings, oh, how it would fly A new world unfolded, in an infant’s eye ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ZEN: On Purity Of Mind - 1 By: Carver Byrd (HurricaneWarning) Like glitter in frozen water The day cambers in crystal glare Somewhere from a distant forest flows the utter beat to a perfect song It’s a rhyme, a solitude of time, Nothing gained Nothing kept Nothing ever lost ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zen - On Purity Of Mind - 2 By: Carver Byrd (HurricaneWarning) What will be my legacy ? Singing birds in a spring morning chill Wildflowers dancing on a green summer hill Crimson leaves swirling in flight Winter streams in sunlit ice ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ZEN - On Purity Of Mind - 3 By: Carver Byrd (HurricaneWarning) My eyes cast to the fore, I follow a long trail It turns and bends then roams from sight Leading nowhere into the world, except in me, All around, I sense the deep forest smile But there’s no reason to return the gentle gesture We understand the same ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ZEN - On Purity Of Mind - 4 By: Carver Byrd (HrricaneWarning) Nestled deep in my shack, the cold air slithers and creeps My tired oil lamp whimpers and weeps In the cold wavy draft, I shrink deep in my chair A bitter wind assails without care Winter brings it’s hum, a slavery spoil So I listen close, leaving mind to toil It can’t be heard with the human ears Or felt with emotion or any fears To touch or try to gently harness Will only leave the print of human tarnish Carver |