A Long Last Look At Buddha

From the
dark plains
                of 
                   inner reality
new
     light
            shines
  nothing foretold 
in
  the 
       papers
not on radio, not on T.V.
                  no one can dance this
dance
          without 
easy 
       access 
  to the sweet 
wine 
       of 
           truth
 let the dark
circus pass you by
      you'll soon realize
                                  what 
                                           is 
missed  
             by 
                playing 
the deadly ego 
      game
               and facing the stark consequences
that follow
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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