30 Saturday Jun 2012
With knitted Kasas,
we’re on retreat,
we’re not in the Order,
but we’ve reserved a seat!
We’re not a Chapter,
not quite yet,
we’re just a paragraph –
On your marks get set!
© Julie’s Poem 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
30 Saturday Jun 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Humour, Poetry
Tags
Buddha, Buddhism, Dharma, enlightenment, poetry, quest, Sangharakshita, Worldly Winds
I’ve bought my ticket,
I’m going 1st Class!
Setting out on this quest,
on this lives long path.
My past is a story,
an interesting read,
but I’m leaving my baggage,
of which I don’t need.
I look through the window,
recognise all I see,
the Buddha land scenery,
familiar to me.
The weather is clement,
worldly winds have calmed,
the passengers valiant,
Dharma Sister’s at alms.
I’m enjoying the journey,
no rush to get there;
with guide book in hand,
and the wind in my hair!
We stop at the station,
other travellers alight,
we’re sharing this vision,
Enlightenment in sight.
©1st Class!! 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
30 Saturday Jun 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
Tags
compassion, enlightenment, harmony, mirror, poetry, pure, reflection, Stream Entry
I look in the mirror,
and what do I see?
A face staring back,
that’s simply not me.
I open my heart,
and what do I find?
A limitless space,
compassionate and kind.
I open my mouth,
and what tumbles out?
Harmonious words,
with truth and no doubt.
I search in my head,
what goes on in there?
A radiant mind,
pure, like clear mountain air.
© Reflections 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Matterhorn (4,478 m, Walliser Alps, East side) mirrored in Riffelsee, photograph taken from shore of lake Riffelsee. Français : Le mont Cervin (4 478 m, est des Alpes Valaisannes) se reflète dans le Riffelsee. Photo prise sur la berge du lac. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
30 Saturday Jun 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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I am a block of stone,
in the process of being,
carved by Dharmic hands,
Bodhisattvas and Buddhas create,
the future potential, to be.
I am not that of marble,
Cold, flashy and fragile,
nor that of sandstone,
easy to carve, easy to crumble,
neither am I flint stone,
hard, impenetrable, unyielding.
I am just good old stone –
nothing special.
The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas,
Carve my features,
Chip by grain,
they shape my,
future form.
Potential,
I can,
attain!
© Just Being 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Prince Siddhartha Gautama (Gautama Buddha) with moustache (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 