Best Gautama Poems

Siddharta Gautama Buddha
born with a silver spoon in his mouth, tired of reading sutra
awakened to the fact, fine clothes were uncomfortable, impairing 
sat under a tree, contemplating the spiral of existence while navel staring...

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an apparition prophetic
a blond flowery baby girl
be it a sacredly bald monk
we live flashlike lives
i keep my legs fingers arms crossed

won't tell me honestly
when to start or stop
my religion is now at its most
let's continue like autumn rustles
and die like wild quacks

stir me a little...

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There’s a war reporter     in my ear.
There’s rain in my potatoes.
There’s tomatoes turning to running     in my skillet.
There’s a life’s love fitfully sleeping away the Tuesday...    in the next room.
There’s coffee on my tongue....

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