Broken Hearted Love Torn Blues

Broken Hearted Love Torn Blues

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You took a path. I somehow missed

We were at the crossroads, lost in the mist

Your dark road was not for me

We played stupid games, we were blind to see

All I can do is show; love can set us free 

I fell off our ship, found myself going under

When will this end? 

Scratched my head in wonder

In love, no lifeboat; you sink or swim

You can tear each other to pieces

In that game, no one wins

I'm trying to understand you, baby; 

why do you speak these words 

breaking my heart in two

Yes, I am crazy as you say

That for sure is a fact

It's getting harder baby

Each time you attack

I want peace, gentleness

To love again anew

No matter what I do 

Instead of loving me 

you choose to endlessly argue

So, do you get it now, woman

Why I sing these

broken-hearted love-torn blues? 

So many times, babe, I question what's the point

When will the end come, don't want to disappoint 

Found myself, on a distant road, so far away

Our train of love goes off the tracks, 

Crashing again; I fear we are going astray

Like two birds’ wings tied  

We tried and could not fly

We must fly first on our own 

Or we won't soar free together 

In spacious skies blue light as a feather 

I am imperfect baby, what can I say

I've made many mistakes, while you run away

Must be a way, our ship can cross this ocean

Anger tore our ship's sails to shreds

Lost in waves of ignorance

Even in this violent storm

My love does not waver

Wish you had eyes to see

I will never give up on you, baby; 

I give you my heart/word; this love is genuine, 

Our wounds can be healed

Our covenant can be renewed. 

For me, only this road or path leads 

Beyond suffering, Abides within indestructible undying love manifests 

however needed for all beings

including both you and me

It is time for us to fly free

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Written by David Penn Trinley Arndt some time ago; not sure when. Confession, some structure of verse comes from Dylan's Million Miles from Time Out of Mind, but words are mine, though words come from mysterious places, not sure can even say they are mine. Maybe they came from snowflake crystals on the window. Who is to say. 

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I reflected on Garchen Rinpoche’s teaching that most relationships are like two birds with their wings tied together, neither can fly free.

Whatever this love was, I remember some critical points, all that comes together must eventually part as painful as this truth may be. And with the blessings of the sublime ones,  we must walk the path to Liberation alone and bare our heavy cross on the dusty road to Calvary. Yes, we support each other on the path while walking it alone. 

And at the end of our days, we all must fly bravely alone into the unknown, so no time to waste, must have courage, leave the nest, and finally fly free as a dove in the boundless spacious blue sky, no longer trapped in the dark seas of cyclical existence. 

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These words are not babble blown by digital winds. The path of Love is indestructible, lives within all of us. In my limited experience over many decades, though so ignorant, I know with certainty that the path of Love is the only path of truth I see, the only path I choose to follow so imperfectly.

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The good news is we are primordially pure and naturally free. But I have no stable awareness of this truth, have such little understanding of these words, so help me Dharma brothers and Sisters, help me understand, so together, no one left behind, we all can reach the other shore!

AH AH AH

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