Beyond this suffering, a new world stirs,
Sitting on the cushion, the edges blur
Aches and pains, the mind’s cruel fire,
Melt away like frost in the warmth of the sun

In this transient moment
Forgotten are the plans, the schemes
Each inhale draws in the weight of sorrow,
Each exhale, metta—hope for tomorrow

Outside, the world spins in flames & strife,
Inside, peace breathes a deeper life
We rise, reenter the swirling storm,
Yet know we’ll return, to the formless form

Back to the buddha-nature, silent, pure,
Where words dissolve, & truth endures
A universe unfolds in a mustard seed,
Blooming into love, where all hearts are freed