Tuesday, June 22, 2010

from wisdom to freedom ...

Bodhi tree of the Autumn.


Buddha was sitting with his eyes closed,

under the not so intense branches.


The wisdom was waiting to fall

as one among the withering leaves.


‘What the fuck is he doing, sitting here?’

started thinking

a crow on the tree.


If withering is wisdom,

then flying is

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M.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

yours and mine

There are too many stories floating around.

Just that one never gets to read all of them.

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