Enlightenment
"When attachment ends, serenity commences,"
So a Bodhisattva, older than ancient,
Once told me, in a moment of transcendence.
For years, I held his sacred words
Close to my bosom, deep in my soul,
Until one lonely weekend, on retreat,
I saw my revered master, mentor, again,
Weeping unconsolably,
Repeating, "Emptiness isn't enlightenment."
And I knew, in a torrent of satori,
That infinite tranquillity
Is nothing more than death of the mind.
09/21/10 - (2)
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