The Bell

The Bell

Ring the bell
It’s an invitation,

he said,

You rang it in beauty, your nature revealed.

Now I invite the bell to reveal what is:

My heart torn asunder.
I stumble as I attempt to prostrate myself
In surrender to this emptiness, broken sobs,
Vomit out of a choked throat. Nothing,
Never anything, but this, but this
Empty essence.

Desire and Aversion have ruined me
I want only refuge in you.
But that is not here she says
Go back, go back,

Ring the bell Die to this

Die to this.


7/23/2007

Fire

This crucible only makes gold

Yes, I have silver and copper

In abundance the market is full of tin.

But here, only gold, is made.

Again and again it is refined mercilessly

Releasing all that is impure, and untrue

Why do I complain, I am only being improved

By the merciless hand that I love.