Poetry by Robert Orr : What If

Robert is a fellow monk,  fellow foothills walker and “method of no method” enthusiast.  Although mostly living a monkish lifestyle, and following the “method of no method” (which is a very advanced method) he is nevertheless a delightfully profound and insightful poet. He has a book of poetry coming out in the near future. Let’s hope he shares more with us soon.  Here’s his latest.

What If?

What if I were just to fade away,
Yet the vital, breathing body were to stay?
Would there be any dimming of the day?
What if all my thoughts were done at last,
And just the present things around were cast?
Would there be any future, any past?
What if I were unaware of me,
Yet all the blooming world was still to be?
Would diminution taint this realm we see?
What if no want were granted leave to plead?
Or mere imagined yearnings turned to need?
Would suffering maintain a single seed?
What if no grim contraction around fear
Were ever given license to appear?
Would not each little thing be ever dear?
What if I let me go in true release?
Would anything in Truth sustain decrease?
Or would the Real alone remain in Peace?

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