when the Buddha in me
sees the Buddha in you,
he leaps with joy!
as if great waves of stillness
arise from a calm, placid sea,
to lap at the shores of...
we are those shores,
and yes, we are the waves,
but most of all...
we are what remains,
after the shores are stripped bare!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write.Thanks very much.And now to read on...and learn!