Puppet of Buddha
Two mirrors stare,
a puppet of Buddha,
between them somewhere
A reflection clear,
of puppet Buddha,
sees one on another
And how desires burn,
to see the reflection,
into their own
Little realizing,
of the Buddha,
already within smiling,
until the day,
the puppet goes away.
3 comments:
Ah! That was nice!
A wonderful little poem/ramble! lol
fantastic poem
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