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Poem For a Friend

December 31st, 2004

There is no dark,

There is no light.

No loss no, gain,

It’s all the same.

One taste of joy,

Forevermore.

In yours and mine,

Her eyes will shine.

Happy New Year, David

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The meaning of life - a Buddhist poem

October 31st, 2004

Some people, I’ve heard

Are mighty confused

They are looking for something

They never did lose

What’s the meaning of life?

They cry and they shout

Not looking within

But seeking without

Some say that it’s god

In Heaven on high

Some say that there is none

You just live and die

That no god is scripting

The things that you’re doing

That he is not clapping

And never pooh-poohing

The meaning of life

Is simple and clear

It’s the life that you lead

And the things you hold dear

It’s the things that you do

And the things that you say

The thoughts that you have

That give meaning each day

Comment

Look within to find the truth through the establishment of peace and clarity. Do not expect God to save you for you must save yourself with your own efforts. The deeds, words and thoughts you have are very important. Once you have done the work of knowing yourself and establishing your mind in clarity and peace they are the key to a happy life. A life based on truth and not the lies of your own egotistical persopective. In fact there is no “meaning” to life because meaning implies an external relationship to things. Things are just what they are, they are their own meaning, without need for interpretation.

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I Sometimes Wonder

October 2nd, 2004

I sometimes wonder,
Who am I,
What Am I,
Where Am I?

The clouds outside are lit by the light of a fading London sunset. There was a rainbow, but now it’s gone. The golden light is reflecting from the safron and terracotta walls of my living room. And the world feels good, just because of the quality of light … humans beings are too bizarrely constructed for these myths about God to be true.

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