another moment of goofiness, under guise of rancor, but in truth, more humor than anything.
Ryder wrote:
My guru is Khenpo Karthar Rinpoche, I received the lung and tri for the Karma Kagyu mahamudra, along with pointing out instructions; none of this is relevant.
Ryder has a guru, just like you and me
who pointed out the nature of mind
plain as plain could be
all this suchness on what is right
or what one can or cannot see
is distraction, delusion, discursion
to be left behind if ever we’re to be free
Ryder has a guru, just like you and me
but in spite of 30 years, he cannot let it be
i’ll make you a buddha! i can make you see!
well, except that woman, dat bitch, she’s plum crazy
(sitting alone before the monitor,
angry and assuming
why others chuckle)
“I’m only allowed to discuss the nature of mind.”
all things as they are, a frustration over time,
as may the casual observation find
perhaps the sage advice ‘stop being cruel to be kind’
[[would better work if heeded]]
‘My way or the highway” never a buddha made
except perhaps Milarepa,
(though he was to ‘unneccessary guru’ enslaved)
The humor of a ‘reluctant lama’ is anything but lost
locked down and with spotlight, no matter karmic cost
‘Oh but it’s skillful, these dictatorial means’
It never really mattered, for all it otherwise seems
Is this a set about ryder, or about me and you?
The words are just a finger, pointing, do you get the clue?
Is there ever method that unprepared mind will but rue?
Or is it enduring ego, looking for samsaric cue?
“none of this is relevant”, a gleaming and true token
from otherwise pointless words, too eagerly are they spoken
in this ocean of illusion, we’re all well and truly soakin’
fish leaping for the surface, fins and tails a pokin’
the modus operandi of humanity entire
too constant in its nature to be but ready choir
we swear benefit is goal toward which we aspire
as we gather kindling for the next and bigger fire
Random Nonsense seems a rather apt name
maybe even old dogs can learn a newer game
maybe even manage to admit we’re all the same
maybe even laugh than assume intent to defame
for in truth there’s little that brings a bigger laugh
than the thought that any of this is but overt social gaffe
or that any one of us by mere keyboard’s tender tap
will bridge the distance over the first and foremost gap
mother sentient beings, especially ones named ryder
are sweetest nectar, wine, especially when turning like apple cider
despite unskillful means, each of us, crowbars prying wider
the corners of our own houses, in which we skulk like an outsider
so sing and dance and celebrate, laugh in anger’s face
laugh for the thing that would call this ‘a disgrace’
laugh for the part that purples and mottles like old lace
laugh for the way karma always sets the pace
i suppose a crazy bitch might be a barking dog
whose purpose in this moment is to steadily set the flog
perhaps old memory to ungently nudge and jog
dependant arising from the depths of our collective bog
woof, you cranky bastard, you called me so i’m here
curse and whine or set your silence, crazy knows no fear
let’s hope the lessons don’t take us all the fucking year
or that we wind up friends, for that would be most queer
though in truth i love ya, ya crotchey, gangly buzzard
seeing all those things (the ones that have you flustered)
compassion for the karma that somehow you have mustered
that set me on your tail like meringue on custard
the way i have it figured, it’s a neat karmic trick
i’m learning real compassion by watching how you swing your dick
it would be somewhat disturbing, or possibly just sick
were it not for the lesson that every rose has to have its prick
the hour’s late and it’s soon to be time for bed
and i reckon there’s not much that been left unsaid
but fortunately for all of us, there’s never need to dread
that words will ever falter so long as ego get’s its head
giggling like a schoolgirl, preparing to end and post
wondering if the underlying meaning is now made toast
a delicate turning, you might call it a bit of a roast
though i suppose “someone” might use it to make a boast
fortunately, nothing is ever truly tattered
no change of all humanity, no samsara being shattered
no possibility of enlightenment recklessly scattered
just a dog barking, and a man who thought it mattered.