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Om Mani Padme Hum

Author: beatthedrum
ASL Info:    55- F - Southern CA USA
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Om Mani Padme Hum

Om Mani Padme Hum
Chenrezig, the Buddha that embodied compassion
I cry for your attention

There are some lessons in life that I wish were electives
Some text on which I'd rather not be tested
I want to wash the memories away, but only as
they remain can the world be moved to change

Om Mani Padme Hum
Chenrezig, the Buddha that embodied compassion
I cry for your attention

Why must I know that a woman was dragged to her death
because she honked her horn and flipped off a gang-banger?
Why did I have to be shown leather goods made from
the flesh of a human that was of different ethnicity?

Om Mani Padme Hum
Chenrezig, the Buddha that embodied compassion
I cry for your attention

I want to wail enough tears to fade those images and
rot holes in the canvas on which they are painted.
Yet the world will remain the same unless the morbid
masterpieces are put on show so that we all know.

Om Mani Padme Hum
Chenrezig, the Buddha that embodied compassion
I cry for your attention

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  om mani padme hum...
does that mean 'behold the jewel and lotus flower'...? if it doesnt something really close to it does... this stoner guy i used to know legally changed his name to that...

this is a very stunning piece.
the way you confront all the disturbing evidences of life and how we as humans are so deranged in the way we relate to eachother.
the way you long for something much better and know that such a longing can be fulfilled though not when everything is hidden.

but you do not write about the evil of this world in an angry, condemning way. to me its more grieving for your lack of ability to change.

the first part about wishing some lessons in life were electives... lessons you could choose to learn of or experience... im sure many a person has experiences like that... i know when i was dragged down an alley by some guy in Rome one night i was wishing for that experience to be an elective... it wasnt something i was ever hoping to learn of or experience though i guess it has given me the ability to understand others who have been through such trauma which i guess turns it into something useful in a way...

but you are right. nothing will be achieved if we keep all these things hidden. if we turn a blind eye and ignore the corruption and violence and all... nothing will be achieved. you cannot fix something if you dont know its broken and well sadly these things are becoming more and more normal every day life occurances.

the second part you pick a very gruesome example of something it would be easier if it was an elective... something it would be easier for you to not know... mostly because if you had have heard that and not responded or had some kinda reaction [mental/emotional/physical/spiritual] then you would have known you were dead or beyond help or something...
but it amazes me the way we have been desensitized to so many things that just 50 years ago would have shocked communities/states/nations...

yes this is a really well pieced together heart cry i think...
everyone needs compassion butso few are able to give it these days...
this is a stunning write.
| Posted on 2007-06-24 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
  A well written cry for compassion. It certainly brings up alot of questions about the world we live in today.
I like what the second verse says about change. Sometimes we really don't want to know, or see, whats going on around us, but, in order to change anything, we must be aware.
Nice work!
| Posted on 2007-04-30 00:00:00 | by Wild Flower | [ Reply to This ]
  I have missed you!

This poem fills me with so much empathy. It is simple, and yet mentions issues and events that are so complicated, so complicated, not even twenty four hours of talking would ever begin to make us understand or make sense of them...

Perhaps, if we all know, we can be stirred enough to prevent as much pain as we can, and yet, it hurts so much to know these things happen. As human beings, we are supposed to feel compassion for each other, I'm sure we are. And it is painful yes, but it is more painful for those who have such things occur to them. The least we can do is feel some pain, to shed some tears, to write, to pray...

And in such a world, filled with so much pain, you can't help but think,

Where are you?




I think we need to look inside ourselves and not be afraid to seek the answers there. I think we should look up there and not feel anger and bitterness.

I think these morbid masterpieces should be blown up into huge billboards in this world, until there are many everywhere and there is no excuse of not knowing.

And then...

and then we should get to work
and set them on fire


(I love this poem.)
| Posted on 2007-02-19 00:00:00 | by pennyroyal tea | [ Reply to This ]
  Oooo, this is a good one. I use that as a mantra from time to time, to keep me focused. I understand what you are trying to say here, because I have been think about this same pattern, but with a lot less eloquence and grace as what you have written here. It is a sadness that I often cry about, and wonder why it has to be this way. My favorite lines of this has to be (besides the chant) "There are some lessons in life that I wish were electives" I could relate to that, because somethings you learn, you are literally dragged into the darkness before you can find your way back out to the light, and all the while you have to keep a strong hold on the lesson. And sometimes, it's hard to hold on. Another line would be this "I want to wail enough tears to fade those images and
rot holes in the canvas on which they are painted." This was a great use of imagery, because if you can see it, then you can understand this, and I can understand this too. The repetition was amazing, and kept with the tone. I hope you find contact with the Buddha. Keep hope alive, there is so little left.
You are loved,
| Posted on 2007-02-11 00:00:00 | by EmpathicAya | [ Reply to This ]
  Very nice yoga-like chant. I visited a shrine to Ganesh yesterday...and although Buddhism was a renegade escape from Hinduism, the chants still sound very similar. Spiritual. Sanskrit. Word.

| Posted on 2007-02-11 00:00:00 | by Melora | [ Reply to This ]

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