LATE AGAIN GAUTAMA BUDDHA
I am late again Gautama's teachings
Where’s this child? All I found was Dukkha, karma, nirvana
A man crucified. A well-rounded God
"I have been a stranger in a strange land." Bible, Exodus 2:22
Siddhartha
Wanderer, ascetic, teacher, awakened
Son of Suddhodana and Maya
Lover of right action, right thought and right speech
Who feels ‘Desire is the root cause of all misery’*
Who fears Ignorance, Attachment and Suffering
Who would like to see people live life with right purpose
Lived in Bodhgaya
Gautama, The Buddha.
*strangely true, yet cannot be realized
“As you walk and eat and travel, be where you are.
Otherwise you will miss most of your life.”
– Siddhartha Gautama
Be where you are in present time
no matter what your circumstance.
Let life herald a vernal chime
to announce its boundless expanse.
Focus on your surroundings to
be where you are in present time.
The beauty is most brilliant
when your presence is in its clime.
Eat, drink, and view, all in full-time.
Life proffers fortunes if you can
be where you are in present time.
Be 'now', forget where you began.
Treasures spill before you as gold
but not from ill-begotten crime.
Live the precise instant you hold.
Be where you are in present time.
the king travelled incognito
mixing among the commoners
both delighted and also envious
of how they find joy in simple things
content even in poverty and shortages
and then the king discovered their secret
they were all centred in heart
and not in narrowness of mind
even after garnering this deep knowing
the king was unable to become as such
for he was not yet like Gautama Buddha
08-April-2023
In his silent 'Flower Sermon',
Siddhartha Gautama held up a flower;
he said nothing.
Time passed, the gathering began to fidget.
Some thought to look wise,
some lowered their eyes in confusion,
most saw only a flower.
This morning,
I carry a vase of purple Iris to the window.
Outside in the garden, flowers are dancing.
We call it `dancing' when the wind moves them,
but there is no specific word
for what the woman in the flower does
when she is waving.
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Her eagerness to be successful
bought her to him to be alone
Her need and. desire to copulate
Made loving her less a chore
The wines and bread to began
The evenings scored in song
Might this night start our togetherness
A perfection of you and I
Nothing to sort through
Alone just you and I
Months later he spoke the names of Kong Oru
Kung Fu-tzu Siddhartha Gautama Yosef Ben Yaakov
and Yeshua Hamashlach Batjoachim in Prayer
AS he worked up his nerves to marry him as she
Was pregnant.
He had this as there supper.
Apis Mellifere Mare Crisium
Pigeon and Gamehen
With Mushrooms and Rice
Marinade, Olive Oil, Pomegranate molasses, grated ginger, crushed garlic,red current sauce,soy sauce, lime juice,fish stock,
Liquid smoke, marinade for three to four hours.
Veggies
Green peppers,red peppers,onion,garlic, yellow squash, mushrooms, bacon, sunflower seeds,sesame seed oil,slithered almonds, raisins.
Einstein had his mathematical
Thought Experiments,
as did Bucky Fuller.
Eisenstin has our cooperative economics
feeling sacred Win/Win CoInvestments,
as did Jesus of multicultural New Nazareth
and Gautama traveling Buddha.
We all naturally have spiritual Thoughts
with natural organic Feelings,
experiments and curiosities
polyculturally ecopolitical
scientifically noticing ecological systemic empowerment
regenerates
religiously poly-theological enlightenment
through compassion stories
and nonviolent principles of secular health purpose
with sacred green wealth meaning.
He meditates under the Bodhi tree
like Gautama Buddha; his mind so free.
Couplet- any theme, any length Poetry Contest (Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Date written: 04/25/2020
A prince born in the cradle of royal opulence
in the picturesque vale of the Nepal Himalaya,
Siddhartha Gautama renounced worldly life,
turned a mendicant, embarked on spiritual quest.
Striving to escape the mist of mundane illusions
in the mortal life of overwhelming ignorance,
mind intensely controlled meditated beneath Bodhi tree,
until awake enlightened to become the Buddha.
The tanets of his teaching seeded in the Gangetic plains
flourished as a new spiritual concept of awakening,
spread beyond the shores of ancient India
to emerge as a world religion, the Buddhism.
Distressed mind withdrawn from the sense-responses,
stilled in the quietude of mindfulness,
finds the beam of divine light at the end of dark tunnel,
the righteous life gets the insight of wisdom.
Unsatiated cravings open the floodgate of suffering,
leading to karmic cycle of dying and being born.
The Buddha, my favorite spiritual legend, showed the way
of liberating the soul to attain the essence of nirvana.
Written : March 11, 2020
Contest : Completely Your Choice (7)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
The Bodhi Tree
I am a Bodhi Tree with branches reaching for the sky.
My cooling shade entreats a song, a lovely lullaby.
My roots run deep above and below the blessed ground
Where prayerful spirit looms my ancient trunk is found.
Siddhartha Gautama became Buddha beneath my tree.
In harmony reverent lines form to pay homage to me.
Enlightened beloved spiritual teacher of India’s grace,
My humble trunk was honored to smile upon his face.
5-24-22
Wisdom from Trees Poetry Contest~Second Place~
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
12-31-19
I am a tree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Delilah Ventura
In the flower, a woman,
in the bloom a woman waving something.
In his silent 'Flower Sermon',
Siddhartha Gautama held up a flower;
he said nothing.
Time passed, the gathering began to fidget.
Some thought to look wise,
some lowered their eyes in confusion.
Most saw only a flower,
a few saw something waving.
This morning,
I carry a vase of purple Iris to the window.
Outside in the garden, flowers are dancing.
We call it `dancing' when the wind moves them,
but there is no specific word
for what the woman in the flower does
when she is waving.
“I” is just a concept made by mind. Siddhartha Gautama
Mind has to dwell in a coerced seclusion:
mind is a prisoner of the conclusion
that mind is mine. I share your letdown,
my mind. Minds cannot shatter the illusion
of the first person singular pronoun.
5/6/2019
Writing Challenge 3, August 2019- Five Lines- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
What is this word, betrayals?
How did it come to be?
Is it simply something less
Than you expected?
Did your hopes and your desires
Fall short of your aspires?
Perhaps others failed their duty
To protect you?
Did the trust you put in
Someone fail you?
Have you suffered grave
Abuse?
Did someone close
Back-stab you?
Was your loyalty
Unrequited?
Was contract breached or
Just misunderstanding?
Did a lover’s indiscretion
Distress you to the core?
Does your object of affection
Now love you less or more?
Did secrets kept
Destroy you? Or
Surprise with
Joy and excitation?
Was concealment
Worse than truth?
What cost to hide
Even from yourself?
Speak your truth, but speak with care
The truth can set you free!
But there is
No guarantee!
"Three things cannot long stay hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth."
Gautama Siddhartha, the Buddha
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. And delighting my brain.
There’s dishes in the drying stage... in the morning light.
There’s a thought of Siddhartha,
who came to become the one who had no more becoming before him,
only after stepping outside of the walls, outside of the rules, outside of expectations.
There a thought of Siddhartha Gautama,
who came to see the broken, the bleeding, the aging, the hungry.
There’s a war reporter in my ear,
insisting on putting before us
what we so easily, what we so regularly, what we so willfully
put
out of sight,
out of earshot,
out of the grand and limited sweep of our attention.
Isn’t this reporter trying to awaken us all?
Isn’t this reporter trying to Awaken another?
Any other?
You?
Me?
Like a Buddhist mantra,
its chord transcends worry and strife
In the song of Gautama,
souls flee the delusions of life
Its highest form, charming saints
and sinners alike
Beyond distraction and pain,
—playing through both darkness and light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
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