Sometimes we see things that aren’t there. Sometimes we see things we want to see. And sometimes if we know how to look, we can see a Buddha. This poem is about learning to look, even in the most chaotic of places.
The Art was generated by midjourney with lines from the poem as a prompt and the words are my own.
I See A Buddha
I see a buddha in the mess of words I wrote above,
I’ve veiled them from you.
It’s personal okay?
But let me say that it was all about,
How often I get to hear sparrows sing,
Or taste the morsal of a good word from book or craft,
Or chase the geese like a wild man again so that every passer by thinks me mad.
I see the buddha in the mess of words I wrote above,
Because my sadness is symmetrical,
For I know not which path is the mindful one,
And there are more than two besides.
But weave weave weave weave,
I must learn to weave,
Because I see a buddha in the mess of words I wrote above.