Wind in the Bardo

Hard times Emotions scatter Cages get rattled That old rusty chain

In your past life All that bad karma Wind in the Bardo Born again pain

But you’re only Starting over again There’s nothing to fear It’s like you’ve been here Skipping stones All the many lives before This wind in the Bardo

You will forget All of the trouble Blood on the knuckles Cuts to the face

You’ll wake up somewhere Discrete and sub-rosa Where nobody knows you Or calls out your name

You’re only Starting over again There’s nothing to fear In fact, you’ve been here Skipping stones All the many lives before This wind in the Bardo

Every action has a reaction The present and past are Links in the chain Every moment The future is spoken The circle unbroken It’s cause & effect

It’s just like Going home again get the mind clear Of a life in arrears Throwing stones Upon some distant Lost and empty shore Like wind in the Bardo

© 2017 Michael Dickes