CRY
In the deep of the night
In the depth of silence
I cry out
Like a madman
Without tears
The masters have failed
And I laugh
Between the divine
And you
There is nothing,
No one
Body
The body
Just a maggot-infested cadaver
A bag of bones
Not worth six-pence
And a farthing
A Buddhist diatribe?
You bet
I am who I am
And it is
Okay
Divine
I am the Buddhist body
Not the Buddhist
I am Buddha
God
God?
God is
God is not
What the shame!
Did you write those poems? Nice.
ReplyDeleteI did. And thanks. But I am not too certain whether they deserve to be called poems at all. And sorry for this late, late response. I hardly check in to this blog and I rarely bother to access my email. My apologies once again.
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