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Illusion
by Alison McKenzieRiding the wave
Of the one tone,
My singing bowl,
The single Om,
I am taken
Away,
Another layer
Of knowing
Beyond
My heart’s own experience,
The repetition of suffering.
The drumming begins
Moving earth beneath me,
Drawing me inward
Embrace of the Beloved.
My emptiness is illusion.
03/07/2009 Posted on 03/08/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/08/09 at 08:57 PM I believe the Buddhist say that human desire is the root of all evil. Om is as good a starting place as any. Good write. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 03/08/09 at 10:10 PM It's all a cycle, circle of vibration and I can feel how hard it is to attempt that "detachment". Well written and adding directly to my favorites! MFS |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/09/09 at 12:29 AM ...yes, and inside the Mystery is still yet another Mystery, Lao Tsu 650 ca. ad love this, the riding the wave of one tone, drumming... |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 03/10/09 at 03:22 PM Wow. I was not expecting that. I love that it's simple, but the energy sings. I'm going to have to read it again. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/11/09 at 10:53 PM Alison,
(One) I like this for its acknowledgement and ease of communicating about riding the wave... |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/11/09 at 11:02 PM and
(One part 2) that you've introduced a tool (the singing bowl) that some may not know about until now. I have a one-drum low bass chime which resonates seemingly forever.
Your poem seems to have met this bass chime...
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