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Day 21 of NaPoWriMo

Meet The Buddha

Meet the Buddha
On The Road.
Kill the Buddha.
Such it is said.
Does mean
the Buddha is dead?
No, for the Buddha
Is in your head.
You are the Buddha,
I am the Buddha,
We all are the Buddha.
To kill the Buddha
Is not to cling
To even that
Which you love most.
To turn the things
You love
Into compost,
The ground from which
You will grow.
Reap the lesson
From the seeds
You have sown.
Show how
You have grown.
The lotus flowers
And seeds
At the same time.
Cause and effect,
The Universe’s poetry.

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