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Author's Note: Some hard-liners may take this poem's title too seriously but it is rather tongue-in-cheek since by definition Bodhisattvas are elevated beings who furnish everyone else with inexhaustible compassion and are therefore incapable of pronouncing such a curse. However, a true Tantrika can balance on either edge of truth's sword.
Bodhisattva Curse
Gullible little automatons,
rolled fresh off an assembly line
with one billion more behind . . .
You will wander all six Bardos until this universe collapses
and be among the last sentients to cross the ocean of conditional existence
unto supreme Parinirvana.
Dream lives of untold sorrow and shame
First memory the end and final memory beginning
Moebius, Ouroboros,
Tabula Rasa and Eternal Recurrence
Deja-vu
Astral Projection
Fake Awakenings
Death and Rebirth everlasting.
Reverberate toward Stillness — or you simply wont stand a chance!
rolled fresh off an assembly line
with one billion more behind . . .
You will wander all six Bardos until this universe collapses
and be among the last sentients to cross the ocean of conditional existence
unto supreme Parinirvana.
Dream lives of untold sorrow and shame
First memory the end and final memory beginning
Moebius, Ouroboros,
Tabula Rasa and Eternal Recurrence
Deja-vu
Astral Projection
Fake Awakenings
Death and Rebirth everlasting.
Reverberate toward Stillness — or you simply wont stand a chance!
Image: Yamantaka Yidam (signifying the victory of wisdom over death, evil and suffering).
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