Buddha Nature
The world is weary. Put your ear to the earth and listen. You can hear her softly sighing. Sometimes she groans with the weight of us And shrugs her shoulders to make us move. She is restless. She tires of our petty raging and selfish angst. Her soil soaks up our tears And her sky absorbs our screams. She is engorged with our suffering And wants to purge. But instead Her soil sprouts green grass and tall trees Through our weeping. Her winds sweep our screams away And the sun shines through the clouds. She rolls beneath our anger and sorrows To show us a new day. She carries our weight Holding the burden of humanity And ever gives. Today, I felt like the world. The fog has been persistently rolling in lately, and I've been fighting it off again. But a deluge of "stuff" weighed me down today. Frustration, loneliness, heartache, mourning. I needed some cry time. So I took it. Then I found an article online with a beautiful perspective shift: ...