I am not Buddha
Far from the Bhodi Tree
2,000 years from that time
Struggling to know who I am
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Like a young tree
Planted in the early stages of life
Strong but, still gentle
Leaves bright with hope
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We waltz on soft flowers
Held up by velvet strings-as the earth spins in restless wandering
Carries on its wind the smell of dew
Present time-present love
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A lightening fig-furnace jell
Reaping charred and nervous wings
Anisette pungent-odor box
Nelson crown in loving steep
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The path so anointed by your very presence
Ever lit-glowing with the luminous reflection of your soul
I see you in images that float
As a charmed procession-angelic parade
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I shook when I got the message to call home
She had been bleeding off and on for three months
Scared
I rushed home to find her trying to rest
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mediocre medicinal moron
mellow merry maddening
melodious mighty mentionable
might make more meals
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Each morning when I wake up I have you in my heart
That's the way it's always been from the very start
I'm hopelessly devoted
Totally in love
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Those of us left behind…
Struggle in a different way
Bowing to Universal will…
Standing in disbelief as loved ones
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