Yearn for Bodhi for life’s a dream,
A dark fleeting phantom, and a
Shadowy hollow illusion,
Filled with nightmares of greed and fear,
Of Love and loss and scorching
Fires of burning ire and desire,
Of hard times that haunt and linger.
All dharmas are but dew and mist,
Ready to fade when the Sun of
Inner Wisdom shines and pours forth,
Revealing the blooming lotus
And the Seven Jeweled Lagoon
Of the Land of Ultimate Bliss.
Poem released into Public Domain