Friday, July 8, 2011

PREPARATION

A Holy Man eats a date...
He breaks the fast with a morsel...
Tis but a remanant of the sacrifice...
Never overeating...
He eats joyously with the family...
Nigh is he craving these moments...
For all are a preparation...
Eventually the sheep will be fully satiated...
Eventually the pilgrimage to the heart must be had...
Aye, all is but an ingredient...
The Holy River can only wash away millions of sins...
Those that are in just weight with equal good...
Eventually the sage comes back until he is liberated...
Each moment preparing for the next...
Tis an illusion beyond understanding...
Felt only by means of self-identification...
The illusion affects and causes all things...
Unattached, even the student studies as much as necessary...
The tools are given away when the temple is built...
Holding them just in case of maintenence...
Even the mind prepares for the inevitable destruction...
With mind as slave...
All things are preparations...
Only until ready and yearning for liberation...
Bondage must be had to understand...
The hand must be burned to know pain...
If it is in the world within sight...
Approach toward it is necessary..
Not knowing a thing of it is liberation itself...
But even the babe is taught to be nourished by the Mother...
A mere preparation to be nourished by Her...
That of which truly existed in him...


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