Lifting water from the well
A liminal vision always comes:
Life, hot and hard,
Fought counter to the ground.
Is this samsara,
Like the Orientals like to say?
Or is it the Word,
God’s Logos on display?
Occidental’s beseech God:
“Send a postcard our way!”
“Answer our cries for deliverance!”
“Ease the burdens of our days!”
But why would God answer
The secret yearnings in our heart?
God gave us a life
What more should we want?
Samsara is suffering
Wrought by ignorance
So the Buddhists say:
All of This is as it is, yet
We can break free of its sway.
And I in my acceptance
Find a dance within the sway
Dancing a dance of fullness
Each and every day!
Pulling water from the well
A welcome vision now comes
Life, hot and hard
A blessing in every way!
God speaks to us in Lives
Buddha-nature manifests us all
And I in my happy acceptance
Pull water from the well.
