My Buddah
lodato 7 -4 -2011

it's not so well to be unkind
to trample everyone
it's always well to be aligned
attached yet never bound

so has this bleak become a strike
that sheads its light for all
down uncounted, strickened, stung
always holding on

the ledge is wide the hands are weak
until you feel at one
so words are offered most are lost
never heard a one

so things I say
and things you gave
my love
my Buddha