Day 12 of NaPoWriMo

The Buddha In Us All

The Buddha declared,

“Let experience be your guru.

If what I say accords with that,

accept it,

if not,

discard it.”

And so the quest for truth

and enlightenment begins.

In libraries vast

And academic halls.

Out amongst the redwoods

And busy city streets.

In the faces of those

on encounters

And in the face that

stares back in the mirror.

Enlightenment,

Samadhi,

Nirvana,

Is found when one finds it,

Only lost when one does not search.

It simply is

And needs only to be recognized.

A destination,

A process,

And a journey.

The interconnectiveness

Of all things.

The butterfly flaps,

The star novas,

And under the Bodhi Tree

The Buddha sees and knows

And invites us,

Buddhas all,

To see as well.

Namaste.

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