Short Siddhartha Poems
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“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
Categories:
siddhartha, philosophy,
Form:
Tanka
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
Categories:
siddhartha, angst, mystery, sad,
Form:
Free verse
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.
Categories:
siddhartha, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
“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
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Categories:
siddhartha, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
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)
Categories:
siddhartha, god, light,
Form:
Rhyme
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.
Categories:
siddhartha, introspection, snow, snow,
Form:
I do not know?
"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
Categories:
siddhartha, appreciation, inspiration,
Form:
Bio
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
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