The Generation of the Garden

The Generation of The Garden


the Buddha enjoys a gaze

that is as effortless

as a lover's glance

at his beloved's entrance.


The Buddha rests absorbed

in a mindfulness

that spreads in joy 

that is a sphere in infinite extant

and as spontaneous as a happy

little girl's dance.


the bodhisattva that

walks in the footfalls

of the Buddha is like

the sea gull that hangs

in the updraft off the violence

of cresting waves, 


a sea gull that coasts 

on wide silvered white wings

between the sky of peace

and all those washed from the decks

of foundering ships,

ready to rescue all those who cry out

and pluck them like a little fish

to drop them as a lotus to float

pure and calm in the alms bowl

of a Buddha 

like a coin of alms.


And so...


Wake becalmed.

Maitreya's eyes have

opened at the conclusion

of his last Heaven incarnation


and as A Tathāgata he

has entered the samadhi of

magical multiplication

and all the myriads of million millions

of the Children of all Worlds

(all of them!) will

wake today as one of the Awakened

Maitreya's manifestations!


No more Kings. No more Empires

of oppression and futile World Trampling. 

Never again any of these things:


No more mortal May Flies to fly

helpless with the wind blown

through the Bellows

into the Furnaces of Ego and Iron.


No more Picnics for the Proud

for whom all those who labor

are as ants below the Persian

rugs they spread across the World

as it were their lawn.


No more Us or Them.


All of the world’s Children 

will wake up below

the same sun

and all the myriads of million millions

of the Children of all Worlds

(all of them!)

will wake today 

in the Generation of The Garden.


Leo Rivers - Wednesday, June 6, 2012 12:20:32 PM

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