The Buddha’s Reply
The 2nd poem in the “Is” series
This is
That is
This is this
That is that
This is that that is this
This is as that is
This is is
Was is is
Is was Was is
Is is Was was
This is was
As was is
This Is
Is is Is
Is all
All is Is
As this Is
Is.
I guess this is the hearthstone that locks us in this world, a slate of memories wiped clean using the best excuse possible.
to explain my comment I have to show you a poem of mine, when I comment using odd words it’s because of momentum I do it sponteneously and quite often without returning to edit and clarify people may think I used the wrong words here and there… PAGAN CHRISTIAN In the house with the red roof on the black hearthstone a white arrow you drew, and deep in the wood near a pond, under a tree you wiped the slate clean for two. People asked you once “In what do you believe?” and you replied “In the only lie that… Read more »
Thank you for explaining your comment.
I cannot remember yesterday, what I believed in, but I know I am rooted.
It always ends up like that, or ‘am’. It is all within. A subtle solvent for all that is.
Allen