Bodhi's Blogs

There are many things i could not fathom
Like accidents that happen at random
Like you and me and life’s evolution
Are we real or just a figment of one’s imagination.

There are things that i really could not see
The why and where of my destiny
The meaning of this and the meaning of that
Why the earth is round when you see it flat.

My mind is really so small
And yet I want to take it all
We even claim to know God
Know the answers between good and bad

When in the end all i can really see
Is a really small part of the great mystery
I think i know i take control
It eventually leads to my doom and fall

So i just need to be part of the whole
Belong to one and all
I just need to celebrate the mystery
Soon i will die and everything for me will cease to be.

The universe is created out of love and longing
Eternal sadness is the price of real loving
Even as we fly high in the skies touch the rainbow with our sighs
Alone must we live strong yet in our bonding we belong

Creation is a mix of pain and pleasure
Of unbearable sadness and yet
...Of joy beyond measure.

And through it all the cycles continue on forever
The day and night, the light and dark,
Death and life...it all ceases never.

All people want to be perfect but i don't know what perfect is
All people would want to go to heaven but i don't know what heaven is
I can't even imagine a perfect color,
all white and no black?
Or all black and no white?
When all color arises from the imperfect combination of black and white
I can't go to heaven where there is no tears
because i want to cry when i am too happy
I don't want a perfect day without night
Because i can't sleep try though with all my might
I don't even want perfect beauty because that would be boring
As for me, heaven is here now imperfectly perfect
Life is beautiful perfectly imperfect
Love is a bittersweet combination of passion and sacrifice
Perfection is not at the end of the road
But it is here now present in our imperfect lives
Perfection is Tao, the unity and struggle of opposites
The rythm of the circle, of good and evil, night and dark,
love and hate, the beauty and the mystery of it all.

How is it that i can remember?
the passing of time...
the music and ryhme...
the movement of flesh to ether?

How is it that i cannot forget
the day we first met...
when our destinies were set...
two lost souls joined together?

How is it that i can think?
Of joy and beauty...
Of sadness and mystery...
when life is gone in a blink?

How is it that i can see?
how pain and gain is a unity...
how life and death is one reality...
A flower dies and leaves only a memory?