Buddha nature....
dormant breath imprisoned
in greed's slobbering mouths,
the distant echo of flight
to wings broken by apathy....
darkness without being,
the stranger locked
just outside the door....
waiting on the wind
to blow the shutter away....
open the window,
and name the stars....
Buddha nature,
present in all....
sold much too cheaply
by feet that wont walk!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
deeply penned with great competence to poetry! ! wonder working poem, loved it! ! ! ! ! ! ! !