Poems by Alex Collier

Emptiness Waka

What is there to grasp
When there is nothing to lose
Point the finger; where!
What can you truly possess
In a world of constant flux

Buddha Nature

There is nothing new under the moon
There is no you, for anything to happen to
Though you write your name on the dotted line
There’s no individual for that word or sound to define
Others may speak of your praise or ills
But there’s no one talking and nothing said
When you disregard illusion and the mind stills,
How can an eye look upon itself?
The only illusions to hurt you are your own
To fall in league with a “self”
Is surely to bring suffering heavier than stone.