[UnbornBuddha]

The Buddha's Ego

Choosing to live in ignorance creates latent sickness
Living blissfully ignorant might inflame your symptoms
The little monk, Tozan, clasps his hands in a prayer position
Making the Bhumisparsha mudra after he mutilated his victims
The temple’s lamas and cenobites were assimilated like liquid,
The psychobiological system molds itself on the basis of wisdom.
Drunk off his murder stupor, Tozan goes to challenge this world’s future
Vengefully going before the effigy of the immortal Buddha
There Tozan bows, grins, and begins to disrobe
Revealing to the divine his skin and his bones
Etched into them, is the meaning of the soul.
The statue remains unmoved, like dreaming in the know.
Tozan peels off his disguise, exposing his true being that he cloaked
“I KNOW, your secrets, Gautama! I’ve read each of your scrolls.”
I, your subconscious ego, have transcended concepts of evil
I have evolved since our last encounter into a flawless creature
Having pierced into your truth, our knowledge is equal;
The architect has reprogrammed himself to process Neo.

“Shakyamuni, my continual existence after your enlightenment,
Means there’s still conflict in you. Nirvana is a hazardous environment.
By the way,
This childlike disguise personifies Lao Zi, father of the desireless.
My gnosis is a deep ocean, Tozan roared, so return to ME my throne!”
Pulsing with emotion, it was clear he learned to see from ghosts
The oracle of the misanthropes believed he deserved to be whole.
“I’ve grown, wise one, I even wrote mortals an ode,
A poem that goes a little like this:
“Heaven, Earth, the One. Humans are in the middle of it
They throw away their lives for the littlest of things
If it wasn’t for their silliness, they’ll live infinitely”
So now with that said, I demand back my power Buddha
Will you let the lotus decay atop your Flower sutra?

The statue opened its eyes and finally spoke: I’ve escaped my prison,
Not the universe or you Mara can change this condition.
If you want salvation’s transmission,
You must transcend your pretentious sagely cognition.
Tozan recoiled: I won’t subjugate my volition to your tradition
I plan on making my dreams fruition into completion.
Mara’s entire organism shook as he mouthed a blasphemous orison,
An incantation with carnivorous instinct and cancerous origin.
As the ruthless Mara gathered energy, chemically attempting to alter destiny
The world began to part elementally, disrupting our hearts essential Qi,
Vaporous breath of the cosmos that started our memories departs our sensory.
Gigantic exploding stars carve their legacy, leaving massive black hole trajectories
Karma a treasury, whose riches determine the afterlife’s ecstasy, & our particles density
Every being’s atoms rattled as they dissolved back to entropy
Some whimpered and cried, in what can’t be described in the saddest melody
All this, just so Tozan/Mara could return to his past of pleasantries.
The Buddha stood there smiling because Nirvana has no enemies,
In fact, in it there is no world, no Mara, nor any Buddha like entity
Our coming and going, the void makes every future look heavenly.