Does the all mighty Buddha have it right
on the subject of life as suffering?
I sit here and contemplate, day and night,
scrunch my brain up in remembering
just how I have really ever suffered.
First, as an upper class young man of ease,
sheltered by family and mothered,
minimum efforts brought above average
success in most all that I tried in life.
One problem is I have no attachments,
no long held beliefs or fear of death's scythe,
the prescriptions for Buddha attainment.
Giving up suffering, a conscious act
makes Buddhahood hard for privileged, in fact.
Categories:
buddhahood, truth,
Form: Sonnet