Archive for June, 2010

THE WORM THAT FLIES IN THE NIGHT

Posted in Buddha Dharma and Chan on June 30, 2010 by secretchan

Everyone will recognise William Blake’s poem.

it is short, not sweet and full.

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

WE do not have to guess who this invisible worm is that flies in the night n the howling storm of Samsara.

Call it Mara or call it your own seeking worm Identity within.

What has it found that bed of crimson joy, the beauty of being a human creature.. And its love, dark and secret to own that true and beautiful self-hood that has no identity indeed is killing and will eventually destroy all humanity not only in you but all sentient creatures.

Not Just Another Poem

Posted in Buddha Dharma and Chan on June 28, 2010 by secretchan

After a month’s rest I opened up again the impulse to write and Nature was there waiting as always.

All around there is what we call life and death, but that is an error. There is neither life nor death, just a life force that goes on and on. It requires no name and is attached to no one single being… All nature is its expression, as I am, as you are.

If you cannot see and embrace the beauty of the life force, its rising and its falling as its undivided Oneness then you neither understand what we call life and cannot embrace it with more than your mind.

As a child there were many poems I learned that guided my life and for those in the presence of the “shadow of death”  I send you this poem.

Fear Death?

To feel the fog in my throat,

The mist in my face

When the snows begin, and the blasts denote

I am nearing the place

The power of the night, the press of the storm,

The post of the foe

Where he stands, The Arch fear in visible form,

yet the strong man must go:

For the journey is done and the summit attained,

And the barriers fall.

Tho’ a battle’s to fight ere the guerdon be gained,

The reward of it all.

I was always a fighter, so—one fight more

The best… and the last!

I wpuld hate that death bandaged my eyes , and forebare,

And bade me creep past.

No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers

The heroes of old,

Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life’s arrears

Of pain, darkness and cold.

For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave,

The black minute’s at end,

And the elements rage, the friend-voices that rave,

Shall dwindle,  shall blend,

Shall change, shll become first a peace out of pain,

Then a light, then thy breast,

O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,

And with One be the rest



Robert Brownng. with one word changed
 for non-sectaran reasons.