The Rope of Lust

The Rope of Lust

The rope of lust is like a line
Attached to thoughts which seem divine.
It strangles Logic’s Golden Rule
And makes of man a beast most cruel.

I long to hold love’s crimson rose
But grasp the thorn with which it grows.
A fevered passion burns my heart
For I’m struck down by Cupid’s dart.

How many lives this game I’ve played
As many deaths can ne’er be stayed.
The very thing I crave the most
Is what turned the king into a ghost.

So now I’ll bid the world adieu –

This passion play that turns the screw
Which crucifies the best of men
And brings them back to play again.

From Wisdom’s chalice I will drink
With faith in Causal Chain’s each link.
I’ll fight delusion’s rising tide
Whose siren song is passion’s bride

And set my course by freedom’s star
Knowing well the path leads far
Into the night where tempests reign
But inch by inch I’ll make my gain.

And if a moment’s thoughtless glance
Inclines my flesh toward sweet romance
I’ll summon forth with clear recall
The ditch awaiting mankind’s fall.

This thought alone will set me free
From bondage to eternity
And when the inner battle’s won
I’ll hear the gods proclaim, “Well done! Well done!”

Ven. Moneyya 1989
A poem shared with me by Ven. Moneyya.

Pictures From My Lay Days

Here are some pictures from my lay days. This was an outing with friends to Lunar Park in Sydney. The others in the pictures are my friends.

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I Bow Down to You...

The Hoot of the owl and the faint sound of the cars in the distance.
these are the sounds I hear in the night.

My mind is blank yet calm,
My longing has lessened, my heart now has some peace.
You hit me with your club of compassion,
At first I was stunned, now I have awoken from my daze.

for a teacher like you is rare in the world, you have brought me to the places that are scary to see, like a graveyard in the night.

I lay down with my outer robe as a blanket,
It's thickness keeps me warm, while my meditation warms my heart.

How can one truly repay for what one is greatful for?
Because the gift you have given me is worth more then a thousand gems.
The only way I can repay you is practising what you have taught so that you would be proud of me.

To my wonderful teacher, who has brought me from dark to light, who had led me to a secure place. when I have overcome all my attachments, I will bow down to you, my teacher.


Written with reference to friend of mine who helped me through a difficult time.