hinduism
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Chasing Illusion/Reality
I think back to my first wanting of Enlightenment. At this point, I can’t even imagine what that wanting was. Actually, I take that back. Still within me, resides the longing for liberation. Liberation from what, exactly? The illusion? I question to myself. I think of bhakti and how nice…
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I’m trying my best
Things are getting busier this time around and I’m trying my best. I can’t really say or do anything else other than that. I have to remind myself to do my duties because it is the work that needs to be done. It is what’s being asked of me. I…
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Waiting in Silence
This piece was made in dedication to my Master, my Sensei, my Guru; Wherever you are. they ask me why i don’t call your name anymore;i still look to the mountains in hopes to find you therei imagine—seeing you one last time as if we’ve met before—they tell me;find him…
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Are poets destined to fall in love forever?
I remember one time, listening to the words of another traveling poet. In his deepest sincerity, he asked himself, why do I fall in love with every single person I meet? I had heard these words a few years back. And when I did, it was as if someone had…
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Before I’m off on another trip,
I bid farewell to my love, Haku, as she lays her body across our wood floors. It’s another day and the more time passes, the more I wonder what’s next. Be here now, be here now. I know this isn’t it and by this and it I mean the endless…