Tag Archives: Buddha

Prayers

18 May

Prayers

“Please” the Christians pray whenever difficulty comes
“Thank God!” they sing when strife has passed and happily bang drums
“Please!” they pray when yet another challenge rears its head
“Thank God!” they roar with glee when blessed with simple days instead

“Please!” they pray when pushed to show great patience, poise and grace
“Thank God!” they shout whenever their kind God allows their case
“Please!” they ask, they beg, beseech, implore, desire and plead
“Thank God!” they praise when “God of Comfort” with them has agreed

As a Warrior, I find the act of prayer quite dense
Wishing, hoping, wanting ‘stead of preparing defense
Praying to someone else, even if a deity
Begging for a shortcut, reprieve, relief, levity

I find the act of begging for mercy to be quite weak
I find the Christian ego to have a silly technique
To be oblivious of their own potential for coping
To pass it off to Jesus who must satisfy their hoping

A faith that just depowers people, “Beg the God above!
Only HE can cure your pains with HIS magical love!”
They’re trained from birth to follow the idea that they are sheep
That they have no control and that hardships cause you to weep

They’re taught that they are not enough, that all is owed to God
To Jesus who “Died for our sins,” the “You owe Me” facade
Silliness is what it is, the teaching that all joy
Requires satisfaction of desire; ego’s ploy

Lessons that just cultivate your ego to want more
And those who see through all the lies? “The devil’s word!” they roar
They pray to God of Desires, denounce “Devil of Pain”
Pretend they’re blessed and happy and fake it ‘till they’re insane

They get upset and angry while they claim their faith is strong
They claim their God delivers them from everything that’s wrong
So many empty inside but lack courage to admit
It isn’t working like the pastor promised with his wit

And so they pray and pray for peace of mind and hope God will
Do something about it since the Christian way’s: “Stand still”
“Clasp your hands and say a silent, selfish prayer for ease”
“Pray to God and Jesus that each day will be a breeze”

I am Warrior, I pray to nothing and no one
If there’s a God, then grab a seat and watch, this should be fun
I look to nothing or no one except myself each day
I have the strength to endure because *I* made it that way

I chose to do the work, to sacrifice, to feel the pain
To count to ten and breath slowly while others went insane
I trained and pushed myself to my limit, then raised the bar
I need no God of Mercy for I’m King, Master & Czar

The ones who pray don’t understand, they think it all came easy
They think that confidence is arrogance, it makes them queasy
I don’t play by the rules, “You’re not supposed to be alone!”
Their self-imposed limits on strength and choice just make me groan

Victims every day and night all praying for a break
They’d rather beg and suffer all their lives than be awake
No courage to question what they’ve been taught, what they believe
No courage to look in themselves in order to achieve

“Pray for this” and “pray for that,” a silly wishing game
Seemingly legitimized since it’s wished in “God’s name”
I am Warrior and I no longer wish at all
‘Cause I’ve found much more peace when I run, jump, push, climb or crawl

                                                                ~Miro

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Ego Poetry

21 Apr
Ego Poetry
 
“Poetry is truth” they say, “confessions of the soul”
But most ballads that I have read are written by a troll
An ugly, weak and selfish monster known as the “ego”
Most poetry that I’ve observed speaks just of pain and woe
 
They speak of selfish attachment, how much a love is missed
They dwell on things that are no more, luscious lips that were kissed
Lament about an emptiness within caused by egress
Pain and suffering in rhyme, it’s purpose: to depress
 
These kinds of rhymes are not accounts of the spirit within
For spirits have no attachment, no desire, no skin
Spirits are unbreakable, indomitable too
But wordsmiths guided by their egos have confused the two
 
No matter how pretty the words, if the message is clear
To be of sorrow, misery, uncertainty or fear
Then that is not the soul’s confession, just the ego’s chant
Wanting, wishing, praying, hoping, failing, hurting, can’t
 
Read my words and see my soul, I only speak of might
Of letting go, of empathy, of charging towards the fight
Of taking eyes off of the goal and revelling within
The challenge with intensity and focus, not chagrin
 
Each time a poem flows it is because my ego hands
The feather quill over to something within me that stands
A Warrior soul with no desire, no lament, no wailing
Only words of enduring, of conquering, prevailing
 
                                                                   ~Miro

The Pursuit of Happiness

20 Apr
The Pursuit of Happiness
 
A basic right of life you have been told since you were small
“Pursuit of happiness” they guaranteed since you could crawl
They promised that you were entitled to your happiness
But added the world “pursuit” which has caused you all your stress
 
“Pursuit,” ironically, is what has caused anxiety
Desire, as the Buddha said, keeps you from being free
Wanting, hoping, praying for the things that bring you joy
Ironically are the same things which all your peace destroy
 
The very act of desire is what robs us of bliss
For wanting is the ego’s path into the dark abyss
That’s not to say we cannot try or train or have a goal
To fall down and get right back up is the will of the soul
 
But craving a specific outcome in close-minded way
And being blind to other results is the ego’s way
Pursuit is not required, happiness is where you stand
There to be enjoyed by only those who don’t demand
 
                                              ~Miro

Pain’s Beginning

16 Apr

Desire, Buddha once did warn, is where your pain begins
Desire, brothers and sisters, not lies, mistakes or sins
Desire, simply wanting it is why you feel such weight
Desire is the fountain of your stress and fear and hate
If you could remove your desire and let things fall in place
Accept “what is” is different from “what’s wanted,” you’ll find grace

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Walk Alone

27 Mar

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Ronin

31 Jan

“Public opinion is a weak tyrant, compared with our private opinion – what a man thinks of himself, that is which determines, or rather indicates his fate” ~Henry David Thoreau

Ronin

In feudal Japan there was a
Specific samurai
Called “Ronin” who had lost a master
And was urged to die

Their loyalty meant much to them
And so it was believed
When the master they served was
Gone, they would not be grieved

The samurai would take his sword
And commit “seppuku”
Suicide so that to their
Master they could stay true

“Ronin” was the name given
To those who wouldn’t end
Their own lives and received great shame
From those that did depend

Still on living masters, Ronin
Were held with disdain
Labeled outcasts by the others
To wander the plain

It wasn’t until recently
That I gave this more thought
I’ve come to see the Ronin as
More than what we’ve been taught

The more I’ve pondered, I have seen
The opposite is true
Ronin were not cowardly
‘Cause they did not die too

Maybe it took courage to
Live on and serve their King
Although he was no longer there
His teachings could still bring

Strength and hope to everyone
And plunging sword in gut
Would make the door on all the things
They could still give slam shut

I’ve come to respect Ronin for
Not listening to those
Who’d rather take the easy way
Than dealing with their woes

They showed the courage to live on
And turn their backs on men
Who blindly followed without thought
Ignoring their own zen

I do not think the Ronin feared
From death, they were quite brave
To other people’s opinions
And thoughts they weren’t a slave

Although their King was gone, to them
He was still very present
They knew it was their duty to
Serve even as a peasant

They understood that status wasn’t
What it’s all about
Samurai or Ronin, neither
Label had more clout

And with the loss of their master
Responsibility
Was placed upon the Ronin even
Though they were now free

Free to go and see and do
Whatever they so pleased
Many of them did not have
A life that became eased

They still adhered to the code that
They always had lived by
The world is robbed of that when  you
Plunge sword in gut and die

As a servant of a King
Who I have never met
“Ronin” is a concept that
I will not soon forget

I know the Creator exists
But in this mortal form
Where seeing with my eyes and hearing
With ears is the norm

He isn’t something that I can
Connect with like the rest
Seven billion other people
Also can attest

And so I wander Ronin-style
Across the plains of Earth
Carrying the spirit of
My master through my mirth

And peace and grace and fortitude
Until my grave is dug
And as a Ronin, it won’t be
My hand that pulls the plug

                                  ~Miro

Why Would You?

16 Dec

Why Would You?

Why would anyone attempt
To make fun of the Lord?
Who would try to belittle
A being so adored?

What does it say about the
Person who pokes their fun?
Who disrespects and shows contempt
For the Lord’s only son?

Why would anyone tear down
A symbol of such grace
A source of inspiration in
This dark and selfish place?

Why would someone berate one
As wise as Buddha was?
Is the only reason that
It’s simply what one does

When they come in contact with
Religion not their own?
Don’t they realize that faith
Goes deeper than the bone?

That when they trash talk Islam or
Talk bad of about the Jews
The Hindus, Taoists, or Shamans
They’re showing that their views

Are disrespectful to the soul
Because faith is a line
You do not cross when making jokes
It is how we define

Ourselves in everything we do
Our source of endless hope
A person’s faith is often what
Makes them able to cope

So everyone that cracks their jokes
With “harmless blasphemy”
Regardless of what God you follow
Or if you’re faith-free

Choose your words quite carefully
And with your steps be cautious
‘Cause jokes you think are so funny
Might make the faithful nauseous

And think about what’s causing you
To make light of what drives
So many to live peaceful
Loving and selfless lives

                         ~Miro