Advice From Me to Myself

Mr. Illusion sits down to compose —
a ghost attempts to make human sounds.
The desire to say anything of real value
is a moon trying to give birth to a sun.
When the mind has any object to pursue
the trap is sprung, no use praying then.
The idea of arriving at some special destination?
There’s a clown playing tricks on gullible children.
Pouring studiously over the classic holy texts,
ignorance and arrogance increase exponentially.
Seeking the changeless within the changing,
when will you clarify there’s nobody home?
The glorious transcendence of all conceptual fabrications,
indescribable in words and ungraspable by thought —
what an amusing daydream for the illustrious one
who secretly worries about getting too fat!
Want to save your cast of dream characters?
How about waking yourself up instead.
When we imagine we’ve finally understood,
we merely succeed in embarrassing ourselves.
The peerless pristine sky of mind –
that’s where all our thought sheep roam.
Enamored of emptiness?
It’s empty too, an echoing laugh.
Listen, nothing true can come from a lie —
religion keeps us stupid, politics
insures that we stay blind.
The so-called sages all contradict themselves,
ignore the Buddha who knocks at your door!
Think it’s time to let go and rest?
First things first:
clean up your own mess!

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