Robyn Linn's Page

When it rains, it pours
like a master without force
using his skills without demand
shuffling through quicksand
cascading showers cleanse the mind
but wash away all depths of time
and please the unborn seekers will
without a name yet keeps the skill

to all the Angels far and near
and whispering demons who savor fear
shall be reprised for the Requiem's dream
and forever shake the masquerade's scheme
like Jezebel and her wicked ways
has kept its muse in a lassoed craze
and tempted your fancy, all… Continue

The set up...

Intellectually, we know that gravity exists on the physical plane… so why do we constantly require grounding?

All is perceived by the mind. Everything exists in the mind. Nothing occurs in this world that is not part of the mind’s own creation. Yet, when the chitta-vritti (mind stuff) begin to unravel and our own thoughts, deeds and actions begin to take shape and create a story, we continue our samsaric—endless cycle of birth, life, death, and rebirth—doing of attaching,… Continue

He breaks the rules
For in his world, there’s nothing to prove
He could take his journey to the foothills and pray,
Yet he chooses to live as a mortal and wait

He reads the paper and demands to stay sane
While the rest of the world contemplates its name
In the meantime, he wanders through crowded alleyways
And disrupts society with silence; the amour he plays

On his chest a mandala, encrusted with bliss
To open the heart; the source within nothingness
He lightly walks by, and continues on foot… Continue

You are like a weed in my flower-garden. Your inner beauty forces me to re-evaluate all that 'seems' for all that 'is.'