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the Buddha ....in my garden beside her pond....herhead got broken falling into the pond.....but all is
WELL!
you left in a windstorm
falling to the bottom of the pond
I thought you might be upside down
with no vision
insulated
expressionless without insight
unable to live under water
without your curly locks of hair
eyelids opened
without that urna between your eyebrows
or those beautiful earlobes
gone beyond all images
losing the power of mantra
unable to meditate again
I was wrong
Namaste
falling to the bottom of the pond
I thought you might be upside down
with no vision
insulated
expressionless without insight
unable to live under water
without your curly locks of hair
eyelids opened
without that urna between your eyebrows
or those beautiful earlobes
gone beyond all images
losing the power of mantra
unable to meditate again
I was wrong
Namaste
8 comments:
Nice Wayne! The mantra will survive!
Cheers
Pamela
Nice one! Wonderful response to the prompt!
-Weasel
That was excellently done. Now ,repeat that mantra.
I love your unusual subject matter.
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Maybe she prayed for underwater powers before her head fell off!
That's a pleasure.
(I tried going back and reading without the explanation in mind, which seemed appropriate)
my response isn't on my usual blog
http://scratchpd.wordpress.com/2010/07/19/riverside-community-reunion-2010/
I love this piece Wayne! Poor Buddha...perhaps the ghost of Ichabod Crane was about...?
A Buddhist saying for you: "If you see the Buddha on the street, kill him." The Buddha is not out there somewhere, separate.
Wonderful image and poem. And I love that your Buddha is a she.
Namaste.
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