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Back Tracking into the Future

Can I walk out of the labyrinthof my mortal fleshand experience the worldfor what it really isCan I dissolve my egoand look at myselffor who and whatI truly amCan I rinse the dustout of my eyesand allow the moonbeamsto dance on my pupilsCan I wash off the grimefrom my hands and feelthe fragility of a dew dropin the middle of my palmCan I cleanse my nostrils and inhalethe fragrance of flowers growing wildCan I clear my earsand listen to the symphonyof the wind and the rain

as they waltz past my window

in the dead of the nightCan I extricate myselffrom the clutter of thoughtand experience the pristinepower of the presentCan I purge my soulof toxic energyand make it a receptaclefor the sacred light  

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themoonman

themoonman

17 years 3 months ago

Leonard...

dangit... I had already read this wonderful poem and was going back to comment on the title... and you fixed it before I could say it... but if you would allow me to answer your poem with the answer you already know... yes you can... and we can... and they can... but will we? your writes always leave me in a state of wonderment! Richard
Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

17 years 3 months ago

Back Tracking

Leonard Such a beautifully written poem. Just a suggestion, Don't mean to be nit-pickey but maybe free, or clear, instead of "unclog" my ears? You may take or leave my suggestion. ______________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous
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leonard daranjo

17 years 3 months ago

Thanks Janice

I used the word "unclog" because I couldn't think of any other. Thanks for the suggestion which I have incorporated. Cheers ... Leonard
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W.C.Wampler

17 years 3 months ago

Back Tracking poem

L.D., This poem is like my 'manic zen' in some ways. Effort to think of nothing, is thinking of something. I like the principle within here, and even though we could never know perfection, I think you already do these things as much as possible. That's you. wcw
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leonard daranjo

17 years 3 months ago

Thanks WCW

I like what you say "Effort to think of nothing, is thinking of something" - this is the very essence of Zen. When you don't allow thought to intervene, you create a vacum in which the presence comes alive. The Orientalists believe that thought is an inferior instrument in that it is limited. It will not give you access to the higher spheres. In fact it will be a stumbling block. To touch the real you; the real reality, you have to suspend thought and allow the higher principle operate. Thanks for reading and your insight. I am really honoured by your comment.. Cheers ... Leonard