When I am back on the path
Soon after blood stained
Where I walked only once with you
Letting rend my sole,
I believe
Tathagata (Buddhha) will be welcomed
With lotus sprouted from under your sole.
Being torn my own eyelid or else why,
I noticed not
The growing thorn under your sole.
After each pace you make
Swarm of pains, piercing my heart,
Is marching in procession, today.
Perhaps triggered with perplexities of fear
You are making a garland of rivers of innumerable agonies.
Today, I feel taken up with
Some soothing words of Tathagata (Buddha) .
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