Elegy for Nirvana

Signless and aimless,
I have come to accept 
that I am
who I am
looking for. I am already what I have
searched for. As the master taught: 
Barn’s burned down-           
now I can see the moon

What do I see when the moon
looks at me? The memory of my muscles 
aching for you to see me.            
Where have my shadows gone 
now that I am part of you? 
Where have all my notions gone now
that I am compounded? Now that I am 
impermanently yours, striving on with diligence, 
the final words of my master remind me.             
I am the end of my own suffering. 
I am the center of my own craving. I am the core 
of my own issues. I cannot go past the energy of me. 
I am the doorway to my own emptiness. 

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat ReviewMoria Poetry JournalChronogram JournalAmpersand Literary ReviewThe Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA TodayThe Wall Street JournalThe AtlanticHavana TimesSouth China Morning PostThe Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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