Buddha, Buddhism, Hedonism, Philosophy, poetry, Reason, Religion

Mara (A Poem)

Peace is not known

Is without a feeling or an itch

It is forgiven


Mara saint of a thousand years of impulse

Every grain of rice every meal every hour spent

In contemplation of another craving

Beauty and lust and movement and pain

Reaching for another handful of life

It is without you that I can have nothing

Only nothing


Mara is fear and pleasure and gluttony and lust

Love and caring and skill and pride

He has a thousand eyes and a thousand arms

Each is its own branch

Each is its own tree

Each its own temptation

And the tears of his passion fall like the leaves in autumn

He is forever

He is forever

He is forever

Reach out your fingers

And trace the outlines of a tree at midnight

Blessed to be shown against the screaming moon


Teach me how to grasp the mundane

And the profane

And the ugly essence of every breath

And every ounce of blood and semen and bile

Spilled out upon the earth like a strange offering


Bless me and condone my anger and my joy

But never



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