A Poem

A wave rising from the deep, forgetting where it came to be;
it curled itself in troubled sleep, mistakening with its self‑ing “me.”

It thought the ocean pushed it hard, a force that acted on its crest;
it built a narrow, rigid guard around the ache inside its chest.

“I must protect this shape I hold, this little curve, this precious line.”
It clung to patterns formed of old, installed before its light could shine.

And so the wave became a cop, policing every rise and fall;
each thought a threat it had to stop, each feeling seen as danger’s call.

But one soft dawn, awareness stirred— first‑order purity broke through;
a quiet voice, a whispered word, an ancient truth the wave at once knew.

“You are not separate from the sea, nor bound by habits born of fear;
your shape is just a passing spree, your essence vast, awake, and clear.”

The wave looked inward, saw the play of causes, conditions, karmic streams of dreams;
it watched its suffering melt away beneath compassion’s gentle beams.

It viewed each thought with tender sight, each pain with kindness, not with blame;
and emptiness revealed its light— the ocean’s pulse, the wave’s true no-name.

Skilful means became its guide, wisdom emptiness its ground;
no longer split by “me” and “side,” no longer lost, no longer bound.

Action, actor, acted‑on dissolved into a single glow;
samsara’s night and nirvana’s dawn were one clear lake in ebb and flow.

And now the wave moves gracefully, not masked by triggers of the world;
it rides the sea compassionately, its self‑ing loosened, unfurled.

For when awareness leads the way, and second‑order serves the heart,
the wave remembers how to stay in harmony with every part.

So rise, dear wave, in spacious ease— let humanness be ocean‑wide;
let wisdom’s wind and kindness’ breeze be how awareness moves, and glides aware of itself inside.

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Revisit a well-known pre-school children’s song with fresh dharma eyes, wisdom is everywhere (with stage directions in brackets).

A sailor went to sea, sea, sea

A sailor went to sea, sea, sea,
To see what he could see, see, see.
But all that he could see, see, see,
Was the bottom of the deep blue sea, sea, sea.
[second order principle, self adherence]

A sailor went to sea, sea, sea,
To see what he could see, see, see.
But all that he could see, see, see,
Was the bottom of the deep blue sea, sea, sea.
[unaware conditioning early on, simply perpetuates second order principle specs (paradigms) of habitual non-seeing, of first order principle introduction].

A New Verse

With new dharma eyes perhaps the new additional verse to this well loved song could be:

A sailor went to sea, sea, sea,
To really see what he could not see see
And with two-truths middle way guide-see
Through the deep blue sea, see, see
Inner heart in action (awareness) see see see

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(An invitation to join in the evolution of conscious awareness weal (wheel) of humanity, captains of inner awareness!)