Stephe Watson Poet Free verse

There's a Buddha In There Somewhere

The snow's drifting
my mind's drifting...

Five foot bamboo
now stands at two
under blizzard's remains
measuring maybe three.

Here in the bamboo garden,
bowed but unbowed
by Winter's weight,
the evergreen kisses 
its own feet, the Earth
altar receives prostrations.

There's a Buddha in there
somewhere.

The snow, Oh-so pure
so white, so tailored to fit,
every nook, every fold 
the entirety of entirety.
The snow, though white,
how soonafter tinged
by grime, and trodden black.

My mind, Oh-so sure
so right, so failured.  Dimwit,
every nook, every fold
the entirety of entire me
(the entire me of entirety?)

There's a Buddha in there
somewhere.

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 5, 2019 at 4:41 PM This is wonderful! Clever tHere! xomo Stephe Watson February 5, 2019 at 4:54 PM Yes. The there is there for those who may depart the now. The here is there for those such as you. Thank you! :)

Sand Blown February 5, 2019 at 2:57 PM "there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in" (leonard cohen) Sand Blown February 6, 2019 at 2:23 PM yes i am a fan of leonard cohen...perhaps you could write the writ that you wrote on his death? Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 5, 2019 at 4:40 PM :))) Stephe Watson February 5, 2019 at 4:18 PM Interestingly, I had just now posted on Facebook a similar quote. With a photo. Yay for Leonard. Are you a fan? I have a funeral piece here I wrote at his death.