Why I Am Not Even An Onion… (Advaita Poetry)

Tuesday, 2 October 2012

Onion (From Sxc.hu)Onion …

I feel I’m a big onion. Taking off peels and peels on me.
The first ones were easy to see … And feeling was :
if I see it means I take off..

But … I’m an onion …
So many peels, so many I can’t even imagine!
Stuck on me … stuck on the emptiness …
making emptiness unseen …

One leaves and I feel happy, I feel free.

I feel I got it!

But … I’m an onion … So many peels,
so deep peels I don’t even see they are there.
Until suffering becomes unsupportable.
Making the peel appear to the mind.
Making the mind astonished.
Making the mind silent … a moment … Making emptiness appears … silence …

I’m an onion.

Those peels … invisible … parts of me … creating a me …
peels assuming there is a me … all this so interconnected
I don’t see there is something to see …
Just taking for true that little game … Roles …
creating a me creating a role creating a me creating a role … until … the role/me breaks …

Freedom … for a while …

until another peel … invisible … deeper … began to move …
dissatisfaction … pain … suffering …

Peeling … again and again … emptiness is so filled … no bottom is found …

I’m an onion – until even that will have left …


From Michèle on the Awakeningtothedream forum

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