The body is a periscope into the world.
Through this I watch things come and go,
Meditating on the moment of release.
Time is not real.
Sensations deceive to no end
Always ripening into their opposite.
I watch the wheel turn, sipping on the nectar of mindfulness.
Pain is an illusion.
Thoughts enter my house like strangers,
Disturbing perfect reflection as ripples on a pond.
I cast them out and surrender as it settles.
This mind is not my own.
Awareness fixated inwards, it is clear,
The body is infested with desires.
I battle with them relentlessly – yet no victory comes until the mind is abandoned.
Death is the only assurance.
Energy and form are tied in an endless knot -
Nothing is what it appears to be.
Slowly I purify what is most real and migrate towards ultimate reality.
Form is emptiness.
Desires and their fulfillment
Turn the wheel of the world.
Like drinking salt water -
People consume desires, and their thirst only increases.
The sacrifice caused by ignorance,
Is an inferno of souls too great to bear.
I shelter my mind from the influence of others misery
Until the point of no return is reached.