Poem: “Treasure Hunting”

And because it’s been a while, a poem for you, my friends:

Treasure Hunting

If I ask you
            ‘What is the Bliss?’
Come on, you already
know the answer

Don’t stop to think
about it
just blurt out
the first idea
that occurs to you

Anything else
is either the Illusion speaking
or plain damned lies

You know
what Bliss is not:
It is not money, fame
good health
or an epic love

Put your faith in these
and you are guaranteed
and grief
for all of them
are destined to end
one day
leaving only
the faded memories
of what used to be

Bliss is not
a sunlit clearing
at the end of the path

Not any place
you can get to
by walking
nor some precious nugget
of sage wisdom
waiting to be dug up
or handed to you
by a Master

Bliss is never
sometime in the future
or existing in the past
but always



Bliss is an attitude
a state of being
of knowing:
            ‘I am precisely
            where I should be
            right now
            and everything
            is simply
            because it is impossible
            to be otherwise’

The fruit
hangs before you
as it always has
and still
you hesitate?

Reach out
take hold
bite deep
savor it
and let the sweet juice
run unheeded
your chin

live every moment
of your life
just like that

– 9 August 2006, Becca Morn

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