Walking The Buddha's Path

A chariot steered Him away

From the moh-maya

Of life.

What will I need

To get rid

Of unwarranted attachments?

Whenever I sit to whine

About this and that,

About what could be and would not

I remember Him –

As He cast away

What was served to Him

On a platter!

Try as they could,

His parents unable to thwart destiny

And karma

Had to let Him go.

When shall I learn let go

Of undying expectations?

Desires growing like creepers

Slowly and steadily

Enter the vineyard

Of a superficial life.

When shall I find the straw

Of divine love

And climb up without feeling

The loss of hurt and hatred?

Of trust and tattered emotion?

When shall I strive

To walk the path

Of the Divine Soul?

When?


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