Always in my heart... Somehow the more still my mind The more intense my emotions As if--when the mind is quieted The heart can bellow freely
Perhaps the mind is like a dam Impeding the flow of water (emotions) Reducing it, controlling it Redirecting its natural course Making it manageable
The serene meditating monk Is not the true face of enlightenment His mind has not been dissolved And his heart freed He just has a thicker, stronger dam (rituals do that)
No one talks about the weeping Buddha The fully embodied, wild Buddha Only the transcended Buddha But if Buddha was a woman Dams would be torn down
And tears would flow freely We would weep for our lost babies And the suffering caused by man In the face of our grief, wrath, and rage Mankind would tremble and change
It would be a different world If the heart was unleashed And nature could resume its natural flow I know my tears are as real as it gets Where love condenses to matter
The noumenal becomes phenomenal My tears for you dear one Are your tears missing me, too Tears spring out of nowhere And I know you are here
Like ice to water to vapor You are vapor and I am ice And we meet in the middle In the watery world of tears We have that in common No dams, no borders, no walls
barb j beyers 