Mahayana School Bus Goes "Oops-Oops, Lets-Lets"

In a House of Consciousness, mind is a guest.
Freedom Turnstile swings, oscillating between half-open and half-closed.
Tenant-self long evicted, no one lives and no one leaves.
Sorrow’s Unknown and so is joy!

Some mind-guests – before me – called it “Gateless Gate.”
Some mind-guests - after me - will walk by in silence.
I – whenever I come to my word-senses – call it "Doorless Door."
Or any other pair of two words that say nothing, you name it...

One thing-less thing for sure:
this I-pod has no re-wind touch-button.
Neither does the Wind of Life that plays the mind-music on it.

Oops: I didn’t mean to give the nameless Nothing a name of something that doesn't apply,
My bad!
- Nah, let’s just Om this naming faux pas away into the endless ether of Uni-verse. One Om-word should clean this right off!
Let’s! Let's!

No nails on chalkboard can stop this lesson: compassion is the way of the Uni-verse.
Ever-expanding, Emptiness has always self-storage for our irrational ego-guilt.
Put differently, an Ocean always embraces a wave of sameness
In a Uni-verse of words any word is kin...

In the meantime, notice the Mahayana school bus pass.
It never stops
because there ain't no Unlearned onboard.
Make this mental note while your mind is still blank:
"Zero-sum double negation is not exactly a nonduality but it is a part of it."
Or, here's the short version of this uni-versal verse:
"All is one, one is all, in deed and non-deed!"
Just as the Bodhisattva bus-driver keeps on om-ing…

Oops-oops, lets-lets.
Mahayana school bus fumes compassion-nonsense
but no karmic exhaust.
Oops-oops, lets-lets.
Mahayana school bus passes by in silence
muffling no plea for understanding...

This isn't a po:em* but a poem.
So, the only space for interpretation is in between letters, not lines.




pavel, dodging Duality School again...

*po:em - a pattern interruption poem, i.e. not a poem

Testing Stanzas

1.
Like a key turning in a lock, an analogy twists words into meaning.
Like a used car salesman, I am selling you my Hinayana* vehicle.
It got me nowhere I wanted to go…
2.
Compassion is company.
You are the destination, without an address.
3.
Ganges-river welcomes me a-surface,
like a homeless Mongol to its prairie space…
What the heck, I come in through any gateless gate that's opened to me!
4.
But now, just as before, I discover: still no one's there...
Yet, as always, someone's testing stanzas...
Not me!



*Hinayana - Hînayâna (हीनयान) is a Sanskrit/Pâli term literally meaning: "the low vehicle", "the inferior vehicle", or "the deficient vehicle" - i.e. a vehicle of individual salvation (to be contrasted with Mahayana-type Buddhism - the big school-bus-size vehicle of "let's get enlightened together!"