Sangha Voices Fall 2016

Meditating Me by Trent Glad

Who am I
Without context all around me,
Without the causes of this life?
Who am I
But a composite of my parts?
Where if you take just one away
I am not me.

And yet because of this self
I name me,
I feel afflictions of pain
And suffer without bounds,
When I’m at the center of the world.
Not knowing my own emptiness,
Of freeing my mind of me,
I am samsara.

But an inner Buddha nature calls
Out to my visible self,
So that by letting go
Of this self
All suffering will drop away,
Leaving just this brightly shining mind
With a clear light awareness
Of perfect understanding.