I make Buddhas,
Buddhas in my poetry,
The Buddhas
Of peace, peace,
Mental peace,
Psychic and cosmic.
I make Buddhas,
Buddhas in my poetry,
The Buddhas of peace,
Even going to the far east,
Learning from
And chiseling and carving out
Buddhas,
The Buddhas
Cast in gold and metals,
Handcrafted and chiselled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem