The Last Hotel & Some Of Dharma

The Last Hotel

I can see the blank wall
I can see the silhouette in the window
He's talking
I'm not interested in what he's talking about
I'm only interested in the fact that it's the last hotel

The last hotel
Ghosts in my bed
Goats are bled
The last hotel

Day by day
Haggard and dull signs
On the sheen of this skin
The sheath of proud self cracks
The sword rusts
The swordsman falls sighing
In the fault-sour sea

The world and everything in it
One vast body seen and hassled
By sentient embodied thinking
Bearers of mind
Which is the manifestation
Of the tranquil and eternal
Radiant bright essence
Mind of perfect purity
Beyond all body
Neither light nor eyes alone reveal

Moveless mind sees motion
Yin, shape, shadow, clock
Changeless mind sees change
Reflections, particles of dust

Oh it's a return to the original mind
Return those shoes to the shoemaker
Return this hand to my father
This pillow to the pillowmaker
Those slippers to the shop
And that wainscot to the carpenter
But my mind
My tranquil and eternal mind
Return it to whom?