At some point,
Siddhartha ate pork,
Though he thought it was rice
Because it was.
And someone thought they were Jesus but
They were not but they will be. May-
-be.
And I cannot be selfish when so many depend on me
And so many have given me
And so many alike me
Waking up a new person doesn't happen
Everyday. And yet it does some-
-where.
an interesting poem I have thought about this subject a lot. maybe it could be who knows?
I know the story that contaminated pork caused an already very infirm Gautama's death, but I don't get the next two lines: He thought it rice and it was? ! ? ! There is a curious dynamic in this poem - something is asserted and then taken back. eg. people won't become Jesus but Mary? As a former Roman Catholic views of Mary have an intrinsic interest but this one puzzles me. Are you toying with the process of reincarnation somehow? I know I'm missing something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an interesting poem I have thought about this subject a lot. maybe it could be who knows?