The Buddha's Stomach Growls

There's his bowl. It must be filled.
The man in saffron smiles and swears
Transcendence is a lasting thing,
But he is not a lasting thing. He's
Not a thing at all. He is a mindless
Process, which goes on so long as
It is able, pulsing reassuring thoughts
Of life, his own, transpiring in bliss,
Devoid of want or need. He's certain
That he's nearly there. Still, he
Must fill his bowl.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-07-10 at 15:48

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this very much.
Ashe
2017-07-11


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Larry.
Ken
2017-07-10


alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
the best part for me is:" He's certain
That he's nearly there."
2017-07-10