I climbed up to the mountain top I was sore tired and worn My feet were bleeding and my lungs ached My mind was traumatized from the carnage way far below As i stepped onto the plateau The air was sweet crisp and fresh The sun toasty warm on the face while dancing in the shadows of the pine trees A babbling brook, softly singing in the distance gentle and serene And i as i looked around I saw them one and all Gandhi and Jesus LaoTzu and Buddha Mohammed and Krishna Teresa and Gibbs Schweitzer and Einstein Chief Joseph Crazy Horse and Wovoka The giants of my reach The caliper of my aspiration And yet below us all The trials and tribulations cyclic in its repeated insanity And I painstakingly contemplated my ledger as I rose and pondered with the dues I paid do I deserve nirvana? I am not above nor below any before By trial and error I have been humbled as I let go The maker encased within us infinite good and bad And the skin is the choices we choose in freedom The path for one and all the same Dao is beyond heaven and hell Who are we to question when the answer resides within? Between finite parameters, the truth is infinity When the source is the nameless one A path of inspiration to do good deeds Cut and bruised by the pragmatics of ‘reality’ How can any of us rise above when we’re entangled in the web? Up on the mountaintop Does not guilt stain the gold For by reaching do you do not condemn Time is water flowing to its own rhythm
Posted on: Sat, 15 Jun 2013 16:12:33 +0000
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