it’s all just bardos
both in living and dying || it’s constant rebirth
As our soundtrack, a piece by a new friend from my songwriting seminar last week. If you see this, hi! I’m so glad we met.
I wrote these haiku over the last 30 minutes, after I felt the stirrings of inspiration arise during my lunchtime reading of How We Live is How We Die by Pema Chödrön.
it’s all just bardos
it’s all just bardos
both in living and dying
it’s constant rebirth
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continual gaps
as i move throughout my days
notice starts and ends
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there’s the transition
between sleeping and waking
a moment of change
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death of empty hands
birth of kettle-carrying
for my morning tea
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steeping starts and ends
as my sipping takes its place
mixed with savoring
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my oscillation
between work and distraction
riddled with pause points
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grief comes to a close
so that love can take its place
before grief returns
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all moments will pass
all emotions, sensations
they’re not permanent
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anger drifts away
and so too will i lose joy
in just its due time
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since all is fleeting
i’ll lose grasp of everything
inevitably
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so what if i learn
to choose to loosen my grip
on the good and bad?
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take it as it comes
and let it go as it goes
instead of clinging?
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i have a habit
of collecting memories
of harboring hurt
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of yearning for more
of replaying my triumphs
and my failures too
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but what if instead
i become more like water
and stop struggling?
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can i come to see
this moment right here, right now
as another gap?
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the space that’s between
my holding on desperately
and my releasing?
Beautiful