Saturday, March 18, 2017
When I Return
When I Return
When I die
I will become
Buddha again.
My face, my arms, my body––
all will glow
with hovering light.
I will sit quietly,
enjoying the bliss,
send rays of healing
in answer to prayers.
I will return,
the way the raindrop
falls
into the ocean
and becomes one,
the pounding surf,
the quiet pool.
If you want to see me,
you can look everywhere,
even in the paintings
and the sculptured forms.
I am the cloud passing,
the light
streaming through the forest.
I am the child crying,
the animal struggling in the trap.
I am this,
I am that I am.
Dorothy Walters
March 18, 2017
