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Duhkha*

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life seems so easy 
amidst soft summer breezes 
keep an eye upon the future:
ice, rain, snow
danger from within: illness, pride, sin
danger from without: war, diease,,wipeout
Buddhas of Bamiyan hewn directly
from sandstone cliffs
destroyed by the Afghan Taliban
after 2000 years,
in the name of God
what an irony
for the close-minded Mullahs
their destruction of the Buddhas
serves to shows us once again
how humans crave
& cling to impermanent things
incapable of satisfying us
just bring us more suffering.

 

* – Duḥkha (/ˈduːkə/; Sanskrit:दुःख; Pāli: dukkha) is an important Buddhist concept, commonly translated as “suffering”, “pain”, “unsatisfactoriness” or “stress”. It refers to the fundamental unsatisfactoriness and painfulness of mundane life.

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John Marks

Sun 12th Jan 2025 21:17

Thank you Holden, Aisha, RBK and Rolph. Yes. RBK Sanskrit, being such an ancient language, is open to wide interpretation in this case including impoverishment and destitution. Thank you Rolph for taking the trouble to comment. I think it is the promise of permanence that kills us, sometimes literally, I recently lost a beloved friend to suicide. Buddhism seeks to allow us to be reconciled to the fact that Impermanence is a permanent condition of human life.

Rolph David

Sun 12th Jan 2025 13:30

Hello John,
What a great poem! Your poem strikes a deep chord with me, especially the way you juxtapose the fleeting nature of human desires with the destruction of something as ancient and revered as the Buddhas of Bamiyan. It’s a powerful commentary on how humans, in their relentless craving for impermanence, end up creating their own suffering. The reference to duḥkha brings an intense layer of meaning, grounding your poem in a profound Buddhist reflection on life’s unsatisfactoriness. The irony of the destruction done "in the name of God" is a sharp critique of how ideology often blinds us to deeper truths. It’s a poignant reminder of the futility of clinging to things that can’t offer true peace. Your words resonate strongly with that universal conflict between inner peace and external chaos.
Regards,
Rolph

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Red Brick Keshner

Sat 11th Jan 2025 23:49

That is a strong term which also means impoverished with the nuance of destitution. Potent stuff here.

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