Samsara blues

A good old song of Kansas has great lyrics. Just spot on. American Dharma. A bit of fiddle over a few chords, a broken voice. I used to love that song, used to be captured by its nostalgic and romantic beauty, I still love it now but for different reasons, it just speaks to me:

When I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment has gone
all my dreams
pass before my eyes as curiosity

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
everything is just dust in the wind

Same old song
just a troubled water in an endless sea
all we do crumbles to the ground
as we refuse to see

Dust in the wind (...)


It echoes another wonderful poem of Ryokan:

We meet, we part
Free as white clouds that come and go
All that remains
are a few traces of brush and ink
The world of human bonds
Is no place to find what we seek

And yet this is nothing but the very body of IT. The sad view is nothing but a view. As long as I seek, it is going to be Samsara blues. Sickness is "seekness". Can't you see?