Two Short Poems
Hello everyone, these are some short poems I wrote recently which I decided to post because I haven't posted in a bit. Loneliness When becoming becomes unbecoming, When longing no longer succumbs to numbing, But on the path of the ascetic, I stumbled and wept, Desperately objecting to my wicked desire attaching to objects. My dispassion for the world rages like a fire. Doesn't that raging fire betray your desire? For liberation from this world of pain and sorrow, To turn away from, and never see the morrow, You will still falter, Your journey still remains, Until you sacrifice at the altar, your want to obtain, Which will sublate the you in the you, And the you which you have accrued, And you will finally understand what you have pursued. Meaning Standing on top of the mountain Contemplated the wanderer. What purpose had his pursuits Of only climbing higher? Tired and exhausted, He finally wanted to sit down. But he wanted to sit down Only when he knew others wouldn't frown...