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PEARL BUDDHA by Anaya

 

A Balancing Act

I await the soft breeze to bring ease
or a whispering voice of reason 
I cry crimson chronicles 
and journal extensively,
adopted articles of admonition
I thought I could bargain with
Refraining from the I told you so’s
I’ve deduced it to common errors
I sustained, but a burning bush is just that,
burned with fire until ash 
Deceived were those
by the empty heads 
delivering false hope
they’ve chosen sinking ships
and turned their cheek
It’s a circus out there
step by step,
 it was in the shadows 
and in dreams, there,
for everyone with any sense at all
long before it came into shape,
I wrote of it all 
during the ill-advised 
unperceived puppeteers
 motioning their marionettes 
predictions becoming real life, 
one could not have imagined
the destruction in place
It’s a circus out there,
we’re on its merry-go-round
I’m not proud of it
I laughed at first, 
 with a desire to blame
It’s just not me,
I no longer am the same~  

I paint Buddha heads
and write prose instead
It’s what keeps a balance
when the world's scales seem off
as for the zephyr, 
 only time will tell
Here is my message;
get to the real nitty-gritty
b’fore you make 
wrong decisions again
It’s a circus out there






3/10/26 5:07 pm
A perfect landing 
in the Coast of San Diego
Congratulations Artemis II
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Hind Avatar
April 17, 2026 at 4:42 PM
wisdom beyond the experience of wisdom <3
Anaya Avatar
April 27, 2026 at 9:06 PM
<3
Warlov Avatar
April 15, 2026 at 12:53 AM
then something beautiful instead . . . Tickle my black brook when foolish drinkers go ~ hide me in the sentinel green ~ secret my eyes by the bank where I watch for you ~ and when you come ~ we will match our whispers to the washed stones ~ holding hands in the envious fern ~ we will dress our forest in echoes of cathedral-light ~ and sleep in the holy-turning of stars.
Warlov Avatar
April 15, 2026 at 10:16 PM
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Anaya Avatar
April 15, 2026 at 5:21 PM
An excellent example of what's collaborating in one's mind after inspiration, or an interpretation , love it and nice to meet you, Robert! Just waiting for a rainbow in the dark~
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