Tonglen O'Reillys

breathe in samsara like dark smoke

(no imagination required)

breathe out mixolydian mode

may all beings have happiness

breathe in requests for danny boy

breathe out mysterious communion,

wrung from metal, wood and magic

breathe in all this week’s delusions

breathe out ways to be together

no self no other no alone

Oblivious to tradition

something keeps making them come here

mindstreams flow from no beginning

a la recherche du jigs perdu

I will dedicate the merit

of all these lowered seventh chords

To the benefit of all beings

P.S. when I was editing this, I was working on the line that contains “danny boy”
and someone started whistling it on the TV in the other room