Acceptance

With cusped hands the Buddha sits silently under a fig tree 

His thoughts are flooded but drought has shriveled the fruit

He owns nothing but a ragged loincloth in absolute modesty

Scratches his dry skin and impermanence in the infinite sun

Does not set out to be a hero simply searches for a kind way

To lead by example in a world that does not seem to care


‘Look at the old man he is a hobo a beggar and petty outcast’

But deep inside he forgives and waits for complete surrender

His faith carries the burden of seeking for truth and resilience

He has carved out a begging bowl crafted from generous nature

Mind open for kind alms and the belief in eternal benevolence

He puts his belief into a few grains of rice and handful of verity


Absorbed in floating meditation and prayer he begins to rise

Levitates on credence and lets go of distractions and wealth

Other than trust and the knowledge that he is never alone

A scorpion settles on his lap and challenges the conviction

Not to hurt any sentient being however dangerous it may be

He embraces the creature for all life on earth has its place


Is he hallucinating because of thirst fueled by dehydration

Scorched existence or direct effects of self-chosen humility

Has complete outcome detachment taken a toll on his soul

What are the merits of being a lone hermit and ascetic recluse

Is he not a far Eastern solitudinarian totally out of his depth

Yet we may come to think of Jesus who also rose from the planet


Miracles happen if we work our dreams and solid convictions


I sit on a cushion of comfort in the safe surrounds of my home

Close my eyes and light flickering candles of sandalwood scent

Imagine a chanting chorus of chakras merging into one essence

Float on a canvas of hope kindness love and inescapable compassion

Relinquish irrational need for perfection and escape for a moment

Calm in certainty that there is merit in quietude and ceding control



03rd May 2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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De Beaulieu Avatar
June 6, 2020 at 5:44 PM
Hello Kai Micheal Neumann, your poem is so peaceful. Enjoy your evening my friend.
Krutsinger Avatar
May 6, 2020 at 5:54 AM
"Is he not a far Eastern solitudinarian totally out of his depth Yet we may come to think of Jesus who also rose from the planet" - calm is certainty; well done! Bravo!
Neumann Avatar
June 7, 2020 at 4:43 AM
Thank You Caren. Acceptance is the beginning of so many things. Knd wishes and take care, Kai
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