You are
the sublime poems i cannot write
but
admire in secret silence.
You ache in me
as a touch my hands cannot reach.
You awake in me with what no dawns can give.
You are the poems i cannot write
but in you i can die so beautifully.
A Buddha has nothing particularly to throw away.All substances of human struggles is volatile in a Buddha's mind.The garbage sack is a metaphor, in which we go on filling our accumulated fears,futilities and disillusionments.But,if eventually Buddha had a garbage sack,what could one find in it,If not,the emptiness that allows him to stay available to the river of life. "The Mind is that garbage sack,So Just throw it away.And be happy."That's what my wornout guide from Buddha's garbage says.
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