i removed my crown of thorns,
washed the blood from my eyes,
and my wounds began to heal.
i pulled the nails from my hands
and caressed my incarnation. my
heart beats in the eye of a hurricane.
my ears listen to the sounds of
darkness and the reverberation
of the day. how much better would
i be, to have never been born? my
ambition is to extinguish the six
realms of my desires. my human
beast will not be born again. my
yearning for love, power and
recognition is buried in the graves
of the hungry ghosts. grief is the
lamb of heaven and hell. i am
slaughtered by my own arrogance.
my passionate nobility is reckless. i
cast out myths and parables so that
i will know peace, joy, and confidence.
my bones today are not my bones of
yesterday. when i am stoned to death,
i will always be a wave in the ocean.