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Short Siddhartha Poems

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Premium Member Devils Within
“It's a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways ” – Siddhartha Buddha

Our friends we follow willingly and happily enemies we scorn but we of conscience know best our devils come from within Listen, be aware there’s a right path and a wrong refuse to give in heavenly voices guide us to eternal salvation
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Categories: siddhartha, philosophy,
Form: Tanka



Silence Journey
Silence journey

I walk in the rain 
Without cloak 
In silence I pace  
Gaze on the sky like an image 
Of reality yet vague …..
Is it just me or us? 

Seeking answer from gods
About life 
Is it a fantasy or reality?
A glimpse of Siddhartha smile 
There is a way…. 
Ah 
Its karma to play yet 
A must to  pay …..

If it’s a poem then am dreamin …. 
12/03/ 2012...

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Categories: siddhartha, angst, mystery, sad,
Form: Free verse
Child God
One day you stop asking God for anything,
you only ask yourself.

Then it happens,
you know without question
that asking God and yourself
are the same thing.

This is the mystery,
one that is as simple as a child's riddle.
However you have to have a child-mind.

As a child, the boy Siddhartha
had an old mind.
It took many years for him to become
a child....

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Categories: siddhartha, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Prisoner
“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...

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Categories: siddhartha, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Siddhartha
Divinity’s candle
stays burning alive
not born or created
conceived or contrived

Its light from the center
forever shines through
the moment’s unveiling
delivering you

To places all knowing
through spaces unknown
the mix in the crucible
its myth to atone

The vision self-granted
when time is deposed
confirmed refutation
— with nothing to know

(Villanova University: January, 2024)
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Categories: siddhartha, god, light,
Form: Rhyme



The View From Arnold Park
How many pairs of eyes 
       have seen thee,
Oh, Arnold Park;
Oh, street of Siddhartha,
      Calvin, and Luther,
Where squirrels leap and
      snow mounts high
While cardinals-red sing their
      "what-what" chorus?

A rush of wind-driven snow on
       this wintry day
Asks the hidden sun to shine-down
      its mercy on those of us,
      who each day
Are blessed to see Arnold Park
As if for the first time....

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Categories: siddhartha, introspection, snow, snow,
Form: I do not know?
Right Living
"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
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Categories: siddhartha, appreciation, inspiration,
Form: Bio
If God Was Me
IF GOD WAS ME 

OH IFF 
IFF eye was god, 
when i walked my enemies fall. 
A wall a wall a wall 
of flame four feet thick 
the wall of flame is flaming 
all about me, 
no weapon can discover me, 
no persons can still smite me. 
According to the gospel of Charles. 
My sword is made of light. 
I use it in the nite to smite. 
Siddhartha is still jealous of me. 
Budda is still questioning me. 
Time is now my friend. 

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Categories: siddhartha, imagination, life, parody, science fiction, visionary,
Form: Free verse
Woman In the Flower
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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Categories: siddhartha, poetry,
Form: Free verse

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