Golden Buddha By Way Side Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

Every second passed by, witnessed
Gold painted Buddha, in mode, discoursing
the same nothingness, sorrowfulness and selflessness of life
and how illusion makes us bewildered with
every thing that we see, hear, smell, taste, touch and imagine
as real, solid and can be owned.

The eternal smile on lips, gleaming eyes
Only reminiscent of same loving kindness
and unequivocal compassion
Same way as when he was alive
two thousand six hundred years back

Some, who wouldn't care, keep moving
when a few, stops and views closely
who knew him, would want to stop over
and pay homage
few even remain and meditate for a while
in the cool and soothing shadow.

Golden Buddha viewing all from above
showers over his loving kindness
and unequivocal compassion
being in a mode indifferent to the gold painted on
as nothing defies nothingness, sorrowfulness and selflessness