XI.

Summary Poems

Primitive tangles of th' bushman
Lie in wait
'n' spirits of th' bush
Take form in trees and wild animals
Don't let it slip
Or you'll lose your soul
T' th' panther
Or th' wild tangle tree
Flyin' dragons sweep th' plains
'n' crazy owls hoot in th' night
You silly antelopes
Who think you can get away
From the old hoot owl
Who dances and preys
On th' little mice of th' fields
What' cha think they're waitin' for?

His soft smile's a window
To his inner calm
His hands remain still
Hair ruffled by the breeze,
I wouldn't mind if I died now
Having seen the peace
But if I live
All values have changed for me
I've felt the hands of kindness and love
And received the gifts reserved for few
Now nothing interferes
With my truth and presence,
And clarity and love

Catch a glimpse of fleeting winds
And hands trying to grasp them
But winds are insubstantial things
And hands pass right through them
Sleep my friend your time has come
Said the ghost to the Mandarin
Tomorrow you'll open your eyes again
And begin the new beginnin'

The only illusion
Is illusion
All is real (and changing)
All is real (and changeless)

You can be attached
Or unattached
Or go on perfecting
Your wisdom
You can have despair
Or pleasure
In proportion
To your comfort
Do continue, please
To eradicate
Unhappiness
Do continue
To remove
Suffering
Do continue,
Please
Thank you
You're welcome

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