Saturday, December 19, 2009
Buddha (poem)
Buddha
You came and spoke words
to them
that they did not
understand.
They thought it was
a thing
to be held,
grasping at air.
They thought it was
a journey
to be measured,
a thousand steps
to God.
They bowed down
before others
sitting
on thrones above them,
again and again,
counting the
moves
to nirvana.
Meanwhile,
you waited,
kept your soft smile,
watched them
as they searched
for the gift that was lurking
like a waiting blossom
in their own
hearts.
Dorothy Walters
December 19, 2009
