Duhkka

Duhkha                                                                                                            
 
Life itself is suffering, said the Buddha. 
Disquiet in the very hollows of our hearts,
 
the rasping timbre of our throats,
the ruddy marrow of our bones –
 
the everpresent anxiety of our fraudulence.
To suffer means to tolerate, to endure –
 
but to endure also means to persist,
to remain in existence.
 
We suffer because we remain (as per the Mystics)
in the illusive continuity of our selves
 
rather than dwell in the Truth of our ultimate
demise within the One eternal God.
 
O child, the sutras say duhkha is birth, aging,
illness and death – and our false identification with each.