Dissatisfaction,
An
incessant rumbling voice
that narrates its own story of life,
which is not quite as it should be.
Uneasiness,
that narrates its own story of life,
which is not quite as it should be.
Uneasiness,
A gentle
twisting of the stomach
that suggests all is not well,
although what is well is unclear.
Discontent,
a niggling disquiet
that can find no satisfaction or rest
with whatever task is before me.
All these aspects of dukkha
are contingent on being human,
but only recognise the earthly,
historical dimension.
All these aspects of dukkha
are what the mind has to declare,
forthrightly, vehemently, indignantly.
What does the heart say?
that suggests all is not well,
although what is well is unclear.
Discontent,
a niggling disquiet
that can find no satisfaction or rest
with whatever task is before me.
All these aspects of dukkha
are contingent on being human,
but only recognise the earthly,
historical dimension.
All these aspects of dukkha
are what the mind has to declare,
forthrightly, vehemently, indignantly.
What does the heart say?
The
whisperings of the heart
are deliberately quiet,
only to be heard in
peace and emptiness,
once the unremitting chatter
of the mind has fallen away.
are deliberately quiet,
only to be heard in
peace and emptiness,
once the unremitting chatter
of the mind has fallen away.
The
whisperings of the heart
are deliberately quiet,
only to be heard in the silence
which the mind cannot penetrate.
The whisperings of the heart,
deliberately quiet,
can sweep away dissatisfaction,
unease and discontent
like a sword of truth
cutting through ignorance
and reveal only insubstantiality,
incoherence and confused dreams,
melting on awakening.
The whisperings of the heart,
deliberately quiet,
yet sound full of clarity,
honesty and resonance.
Be still my mind!
You fakers called dissatisfaction,
unease and discontent
with puffed up self-importance
and malingering bombasticity.
Be still
and let the heart whisper,
weaving a net of goodness
to take away the lies.
Be still
and let the heart speak,
let the heart sing.
are deliberately quiet,
only to be heard in the silence
which the mind cannot penetrate.
The whisperings of the heart,
deliberately quiet,
can sweep away dissatisfaction,
unease and discontent
like a sword of truth
cutting through ignorance
and reveal only insubstantiality,
incoherence and confused dreams,
melting on awakening.
The whisperings of the heart,
deliberately quiet,
yet sound full of clarity,
honesty and resonance.
Be still my mind!
You fakers called dissatisfaction,
unease and discontent
with puffed up self-importance
and malingering bombasticity.
Be still
and let the heart whisper,
weaving a net of goodness
to take away the lies.
Be still
and let the heart speak,
let the heart sing.
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