Buddha
The winding steps
took me to the crest of the hill
into the dark scented chamber.
The Buddha looked calm.
The studded gems
on the crown
shimmered in the incensed
sacred hall.
I gazed at his half-opened
down cast eyes
tried to penetrate
deep into them.
My sorrows melted away in no time
and left me in the land of bliss.
Saintly and pure.
If this be eternity
perhaps I had experienced it
though It lasted.
for a few seconds only.
The downward descent of the hill
placed me once again
back to the mundane world
of pleasures and pains
seemingly apparent
but not real.
what remains is
the memory of Buddha.
Copyright © Silima Nanda | Year Posted 2014
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