Even Buddhas Die
even buddhas die...
but without mourning,
without a sense of loss,
without asking for tears.
but they do feel mourning,
yours...
they do feel a sense of loss,
yours....
and they shed tears,
that are yours....
and so reborn by choice,
to help carry your bucket,
and walk beside you...
for buddhas help buddhas
till all are free!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Do Buddhas Weep?
do buddhas weep?
do trees bend in the moonlight
as if to touch the grass?
do mountains groan in their stillness?
do the bird's wings taste the sky?
do the mouths of the dying
form prayers that the living
cannot hear, or understand?
does the wind know
from whence it came?
does it care?
does it know where it's going?
does it matter?
when we lay the clothes
of suffering down...
and walk naked into the night,
will we be alone?
and if i made love to you
across this distance...
would you dream of wolves,
and candles?
do buddhas weep?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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To Debby On The Death Of Her Dad
To say sorry seems such an easy thing to say
But from you that won't take your sense of loss away
You have been burdened with a heavy cross
And time alone can only heal your sense of loss.
Old 98 for you it ended bad
The grim reaper from you he took your dad
I only can imagine how you must feel
But time the scars of sorrow always heal.
You've lost the hero of your childhood years
And he was one well worthy of your tears
But Debby your tears will bring to you relief
And help to heal your mental scars of grief.
Your father was a man I never knew
But he was one who meant so much to you
The life breath from his body may be gone
But his soul alive and well and living on.
I'm one of those with words who like to play
And to say sorry such an easy thing to say
And I can't feel the sense of loss you feel
And time itself the only thing that heal.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Mortals liberate Buddhas and Buddhas liberate mortals.
quote by Bodhidharma
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Where's Buddha?
Fractured tears
Scattered
Multiple angles
Reflected
Day
Night
Broken victories?
Vain glory?
Refuge in thy self!
Where is Buddha?
Only laughing Buddhas around!
Peels of laughter
Pitted against
Fractured tears!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Hong Kong Blues
Its the story of a very unfortunate coloured man
Who got arrested down in old hong kong
He got twenty years privilege taken away from him
When he kicked old buddhas gong
And now hes poppin the piano just to raise the
Price
Of a ticket to the land of the free
Well, he says his homes in frisco where they
Send the rice
But its really in tennessee
Thats why he says
I need someone to love me
Need somebody to carry me home to san
Francisco
And bury my body there
I need someone to lend me a fifty-dollar bill
And then
Ill leave hong kong far behind me
For happiness once again
Wont somebody believe
Ive a yen to see that bay again
Everytime I try to leave
Sweet opium wont let me fly away
I need someone to love me
Need somebody to carry me home to san
Francisco
And bury my body there
Thats the story of a very unfortunate coloured man
Who got arrested down in old hong kong
He got twenty years privilege taken away from him
When he kicked old buddhas gong
song performed by by George Harrison
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I think every religious person should have a deep sense of respect for other people's religious documents and religious symbols just as we were deeply opposed to the Taliban destroying the two historic buddhas which they blew up. So I think we ought to all oppose burning the Koran.
quote by Newt Gingrich
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Buddhas don't practice nonsense.
quote by Bodhidharma
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You, yourself, must make the effort. The buddhas are only teachers.
Even Snake Gourds
hey!-even snake gourds
become Buddhas-
don't get caught behind!
poem by Masaoka Shiki
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My Seed
Mourning the loss of that special thing you hold inside physically and jointly connected by God only to find you standing alone.
As I face the hurt of my loss, dreaming of a second chance wondering if, I done my all.
Holding back tears only to be shed when I’m alone trying to recover from hurt but continues to reminisce of the happiness felt, the emotions overwhelming with excitement, now trying to make a new start hoping to leave all distress behind but now, the excitement has vanished and reality is present.
poem by Anasha Greham
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in the coolness
gods and Buddhas
dwell as neighbors
haiku by Masaoki Shiki
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Buddhas move freely through birth and death, appearing and disappearing at will.
quote by Bodhidharma
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The Buddhas had to be destroyed by the Taliban to get the world thinking about Afghanistan.
quote by Mohsen Makhmalbaf
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Why The Tears I Shed?
Why the tears I shed?
Hunger is around,
I'm well fed.
Why the tears I shed?
The fire has gone out,
Warm is my bed.
Why the tears I shed?
Love is without sense,
On me lies her head.
Why the tears I shed?
The living is on alms,
Aplenty is my bread.
Why the tears I shed?
Life seeks mercy,
More blessed is the dead.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Loss Unbearable, Loss Irrepearable
The death of a twelve year old,
Her sister shed tears,
But the body was cold,
Loss Unbearable, Loss Irrepearable.
She felt all had lost hope,
It was her fault,
'I let go the rope! '
Loss Unbearable, Loss Irrepearable.
'I should have pulled her up'
'I lost grip'
'I should'nt have given up! '
Loss Unbearable, Loss Irrepearable.
'You trusted me! '
'And there is no reason....'
' No you shouldn't have, see? '
Loss Unbearable, Loss Irrepearable.
'No! It's not your fault! ',
Said her sister,
Who lay dead in the vault,
Loss Unbearable, Loss Irrepearable.
poem by Ulveena Aitzaz
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Your Loss Diminishes Me
your loss is my loss
tho ur gain may b my pain
i may not feel
not as much as u may
u may not heal
surely not today.
Things wld surely change
this may b a brand new day
this would bring u rage
when it comes to ur mind again and again
i dont know how to wipe ur tears away
i dont know the ryt words to say
ald never be ok
nothings would ever soothe me
i dont feel as u the same way
and am blessed with this curse
i am diminished by your loss
ur loss diminishes me.
poem by Austyne Thomas
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Loss
Loss is not that first stab,
Nor the numbness that follows.
Loss is not the nights after,
Nor tears shed heavily into pillows.
Loss is coming home full of news,
Only to find an empty house.
Forgetful, to set the table for two,
Turn to speak to vacant air.
Loss is to laugh alone.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Loss
So, what do you
Expect?
Now that he's died
I write another
Poetry on him
As I've done
On all others
Like him…
Do you think
Another poetry
Would suffice
In expressing
The grief
I've been
Feeling…
In grieving him?
Let it be silent
Let it be sombre
Let it be as intense
As intensity can be
Yes, I'm mourning
His loss, for he has
Always been
My all time favourite,
And so I'm at a loss
How to express….
My sense of loss!
Maybe, you've
Guessed it
By now…
As you may have
Heard it
By now…
It's all over there
In the news…
People thronging in queues
To pay their last respects…
To the evergreen, enchanting
Ubiquitous enigma - the one and only
'King of Hearts' - Rajesh Khanna
(written yesterday evening after my husband broke the news to me that ‘Kaka' Ji is no more....I loved him as much as I loved Kishore)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Bodhisattva Pledge (Do Buddhas Weep)
i weep when you weep,
i am hungry when you are hungry.
i hurt when you hurt.
i bleed when you bleed.
i need when you need.
i thirst when you thirst.
i am alone when you are alone.
i am angry when you are angry.
i am broken when you are broken.
i am tired when you are tired.
and i will always be there,
feeling what you feel,
living what you live,
until suffering is removed...
do buddhas weep?
look in the mirror,
and name your tears!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Whoever realizes that the six senses aren't real, that the five aggregates are fictions, that no such things can be located anywhere in the body, understands the language of Buddhas.
quote by Bodhidharma
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