The Contrast

Oh great Buddha

tell how you see this dreaming world..

how everyday

for Siddhartha

was a dropping away.

A disintegration,

sitting  
unwavering

in the traveling dark.

Tell how all Buddhas know.

How the Black Madonna,
Saraswati,

Maa Kali,

Akhilandesvari,

Yeshe Tsogyel 
Know.

Ask Machig Lapdron 
about the illusions 
of our offering!

They know

the fresh, opened ground
of feeling..

..how deep longing

Is guide

for walking 
the great-edge.

They watch the changing faces

cycling

in the hall of mirrors,

spinning webs 
from dream 
to dream.

Ask them

how the traveling dark

Is personal companion 
on the road,
where rewards

for the small self
crumble
through the shifting sands.

Siddhartha abided as himself,

in his buddha nature

traveling the dark as Buddha.

We are like him.

Each night

a small bird strays in the desert,
where winds
open the listening heart..

Where the Luminous One

lifts, 
always lifting

such tiny bundles

into Ever Reaching Arms,

waits 
for you

to lean close enough.

for the Big 
Embrace.

Candali Poetstory 2012