The Buddha Level

[anirbas]

Halfway through year fifty-four
I have an epiphany

I realize
I don't know
anymore than I did
thirty years ago
yesterday

Of course
this isn't unique
to the phenomenon
known as me

We all experience epiphanies
I just thought I'd know
everything I needed
to know by now

You know?

I mean
I'm halfway
through
year fifty four

A comet blasted planet
immaculate unto myself

I should have accumulated
massive amounts of wisdom

Nothing should hurt
confuse or amaze
me anymore

I should be
like on the Buddha level
of spirituality by now

Yet here I am
halfway through
year fifty-four
realizing

I don't know
anymore than I did
thirty years ago
yesterday

[moseley]

I have become more ignorant and stupid with the years...at least you are holding steady

[heartfelt7]

How interesting. I wanted to post a poem about balancing between knowing and not knowing...

"for it cannot make a difference in this life that has surrendered having to not having and will someday surrender being to not being." I changed it around though and now don't have time to "FIX" it (that damn judge). Oh well.

[phantasm]

Don't underestimate yourself.
You look in the mirror and see the same person every day.
Why shouldn't you? Scoop out the ego with an ice cream spoon,
and you would see a different person daily. That would be intolerable.

There is an apex predator that prowls our streets,
even when we've removed all the other hungry beasts.
Wisdom prowls our streets like a thief, like a hungry predator.
Who could fail to hear the howls of this timber wolf,
This reaver of the spiritual world? Whose soul isn't harrowed by the
Sound of wisdom in pursuit of one's soul?

Sometimes it makes like a harpy, breaking into our homes and stealing our children.
If a child understands the encounter, he allows the beast to swallow him whole--
children are like chicken McNuggets to the T-Rex.

Wisdom cries out for all to hear. Eventually the sound of her howling gets to you.
The sound makes you shiver in humble reverence.
Something of the beast's nature penetrates through--
Our dense skulls have an upper limit of durability, after all.

Wisdom howls at the moon; fools take off like jackrabbits when they feel its' breath on their asses.
Ignorance has an instinct for self-preservation.

Just because you're not a little Christ or a micro-Buddha doesn't mean wisdom hasn't tried to consume you.
The question is, are you giving her indigestion?