Gautama

Budha

The world kept rushing by.
And with it anger. Finally
he freed his emotions from the tangled world.

From a palace window he could see
the shore of an ancient sea.
In his heart was a timeless melody.

In circling winds echoed
secrets of forgotten languages.
Somewhere out beyond
unfolded the lotus of compassion.

In the lotus life was beautiful.

Hearts and eyes see
all that is given to living senses.
Soul unburies intimations of the unknown.

Out there a reach beyond
the touch of hands
life retains eternal sweetness.

And life beyond suffering is beautiful.
Like the scent of
burning sweet sage
poems curl and swirl upward
in the incense of prayer.
In prayers of fragrant smoke.

From a palace window he could see
a mountain raised by the power of dreaming.
From the vision of his dreams
he could see the way back home.

In the lotus of cosmic tranquility
the peace of Gautama is beautiful.

David Sparenberg is an eco & mythopoeic poet, essayist and storyteller, David Sparenberg is author of four books including: EARTH KEEPER POEMS and CONFRONTING the CRISIS: Essays & Meditations on Eco Spirituality from Moon Books.  David lives in Seattle, WA in the Pacific Northwest of the United States.

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