LILA ( In memory of Alan Watts )
We are timeless, yet time embodies us
for death, but
deathlessness is never far,
nor life possess, for life is what we are.
We love, my friend, for love is what we are.
There is no absolute to justify the dream -
poles light up at the extreme !
We have no joy for joy is what we are
though we are sad, so sad for what we are
yet, so glad, so glad for what we are.
We are prodigal as all things are of light
ultimate, as boundless as the night,
so come, lets play, forget that we agree
that I am you and your true self is me.
MAN (For Alan W Watts)
I am tongue-tied to relate
how thoughts are the children
for man's essential nature is void -
his capacity from emptiness,
striking that first flint,
that first fire for the dark -
constructing this imaginary world !
All enacted by man and all that ensued
was built by
but with no thinker thereof ;
nothing defines man as wrought
save emptiness, silence and thought
this be his eternal essence
is something like nothing, more like a God ?