The way of the cloud
But please, remember me fondly
I heard from someone you're still pretty
And then they went on to say that the pearly gates
Had some eloquent graffiti. Sam Beam
In every mouthful of food
In every look of love
In every chiding and every making up:
This sometimes bay of tranquillity,
This harbour to which we return,
This shelter from all the storms and squalls of life,
This goddess who sails with us as we traverse the wild seas of experience,
Are part of Tibetan Buddhism, Dharmakaya,
The ultimate nature of the fully enlightened mind,
Is a union of pure appearance and emptiness
And leaves me cold. I’d rather make do and mend..
Not to seek nirvana is a blessing
It allows me to be who I am – unsure, sceptical -
Yet wanting so much for the purpose of life
Not to be bound by the grave, nor in any endless cycle
Of reincarnation: for I am what I am and I can be no other.
Others can question this acceptance. I cannot.
I have no specific desire to pursue
I wish to live as fully as I can
Avoiding those nets of race, nationality and religion
I follow the way of the cloud
As I drift towards the endless horizon.