11 Sunday Nov 2012
Posted in poetry
afraid nor propensities
emanations radiances
are not constituted
voidness cannot injure
emanations
thine intellectual
externally
ones drinking
ones rainbow
forms death
reality
no
thus
dissipated of
one
amidst
the faith
trinity
fondness.
A chance poem derived from The Tibetan Book of the Dead, 3rd ed. (1957), translated by W.Y.Evans-Wentz.
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