Nirvana

A dog chasing his tail, Going round and round Maddened by the very thing That wags, when given a bone. And just like the wheel of samsara, Is the dog chasing his furry and stumpy tail, Revolutions of extant life, to meet The tail end of the universe, The other end, Playing a silly game,…

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Nirvana

Round and round Like a merry-go-round Is a top-heavy and bottom-light top That will usher in a carousal Of rebirth and renewal When prima ballerina Will pirouette in perfect circles In her candy-floss skirt, until it’s time to let go – To escape from the ouroboro Of cyclic metamorphosis – When pendulums arrest And clocks…

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