Best The Buddha Poems

( This poem is about the ' Killing Fields' of Cambodia, 1975-79,  where as many as 2 million people were murdered by the communist Khmer Rouge. I taught in Phnom-Penh from '73-74, and never met a people I liked more.)



They haunt me still, 
the...

Continue reading...

A decade and a half year ago
Explored Earth to and fro
Begging help and guidance too

Seeking knowledge from without
But to no avail answers were still kept
Keep wandering until Buddha and I met

Uttered words never heard
Radiates wisdom upon my head
Overrated queries were answered....

Continue reading...

The sleeping lambs nestled in the
Silver bullet,
Hot from the gun.
They slumber through the sketches
Of Spain until finally
The veil of moisture meets plum lipstick
And it’s time to depart;
Time for the slaughterhouse.
They scurry out from their earthy tomb
And venture to what’s beyond the gun’s chamber
And easy womb.
Beady...

Continue reading...

In the verdant sarcophagus of night
his pale, lifeless eyes unfocused
in a clearing irradiated by a cold beam

---the sitting Buddha

where he sits the forest dies
the grass withers

His pale light blinds me
So I write in inky darkness

But i cannot fathom him
or embrace with my eyes
his silhouette

In the...

Continue reading...

Can Love be in the Buddha nature?
Unrequited Love is not in the Buddha nature....

Continue reading...

While seeking inner peace
the most-hallowed Buddha
heard a chorus of angels
sing Hallelujah.

They weren't singing for him;
t'was for the Child and Madonna,
so he continued on
in his quest for Nirvana.
...

Continue reading...

In the soft glow of a December moon,
Beneath the banyan tree where silence blooms,
The Buddha sat,
Eyes closed, heart open,
Listening to the whisper of winter's breath.

A star pierced the dark velvet sky,
Its light falling like snowflakes upon the earth.
It spoke not of kingdoms or thrones,
But of...

Continue reading...

This weather-worn stone statue of him:

Cross-legged under a tree, surrounded by

Flowers in the garden;

The expression on his face fixed inwardly, Knowing, placid,

Be it Spring, Summer, Fall or Winter....

Continue reading...

Buddha; the awakened one,
had everything he wanted.
Born in Lumbini,
to royal parents.
One day he left
his life as a wandering ascetic.
While one of his journeys
World, all in slumber
Buddha was sitting, in long meditation 
Santa came knocking
With a hearty “Ho Ho Ho,”
Merry Christmas.
Buddha, what do you want for...

Continue reading...

There was a picture of Buddha behind him
That heightened my first impression
It somehow seemed symbolic of his soul’s deepest desires
Symbolic of the utter restlessness yet security that his life represented
A simple guy
Yet highly dogmatic about the turning of our times
A bit morbid for me
A bit...

Continue reading...

He sits smiling
Almost smirking
Inaudibly chanting
OOOOOOOOOO…my
OOOOOOOOOO…my

A gathering
Of gatherers
Seizing moments of glee
Lost in animated wrapping paper

Children lost in a moment
Bathing in the innocence of now
Sharing their unfettered joy

The Buddha smiles
Knowing
They will spend a lifetime
In search of 
such moments
...

Continue reading...

Hence, coming forth as 
vagabond gypsies, partaking
in the galliant rituals
of erotic fantasy.
Glimmering waves of bellowing
ecstasy rippled like a supernova.
The lovely ladies of ancient 
India began to dance exuberantly.
To Buddha's delight the beautiful
gypsies swayed with exotic
fashions.  Eyes sparkling like new
stars being born.  Buddha erupted
with...

Continue reading...

Kill the Buddha

‘If you meet Buddha on the road, kill him’,
spake the sage Lin Chi, so let us discern
the import of these words, seemingly grim,
though simply saying, never stop to learn.

‘God moves in and out through doors of our face’,
stark truth this wise monk did...

Continue reading...

Iam Gautama buddha,                                          ...

Continue reading...

Santa sailed upon his sleigh
and came upon Buddha one day,
greeting him with a cry.

Saying, I'm bringing toys
to good girls and boys,
as on this toboggan I fly.

Yep, I'm a plump, jolly fairy,
and will make children merry
with things here in my sack.

Oh, the joy they'll find
when they...

Continue reading...