“My Buddha”
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Lived a man amongst us, but felt of someplace other
Silence marked his presence, words or no words
He lived in the world, though, world found no space in Him
Kept friends with truth and freedom, for they were his own
Time stood still to see him walk
Rise or fall, untouched he lived
Sun talked of his light, moon of his calm
Help if you need, a wise told me once
Go to the tree of life, for he is still found beneath it!
Identities perturb Him not, for He sees through them all
Clear as a blue sky, was the field of his mind
Cultivates his own mind, plucks away the weed aside
Thoughts found a slippery slope, no friction in Him anymore
They come, they go, He sat on the platform watching them go
Mirror as He was, truth or lie, reflected as it was
If you see through Him, you see who you are
Help if you need, a wise told me once
Go to the tree of life, for he is still found beneath it!!