Sunday, April 05, 2009

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.


Anonymous said...

Ah! That was nice!

dave said...

A wonderful little poem/ramble! lol

Aryan said...

fantastic poem