A Buddha, Or... Poem by Eric Cockrell

A Buddha, Or...

Rating: 2.8


a buddha...
or just another homeless man,
standing on the corner
of the street going nowhere.
what do we hold in our hands
that will remain?
even daylight is swallowed by night,
and night disappears into the dawn.
and love in the end
is merely a moment given,
a grain of sand
on a deserted beach.
the trees shed their leaves
for the winter cleansing,
and so we lay our bodies
down into the earth's embrace!
o to be ocean,
filling the great chasms of history.
o to be mountain,
and bridge the earth to the sky.
o to be wind,
to come and go without restraint.
o to be fire,
to consume, and yet to give warmth!

and o to know,
that we are each and all,
that we are none and nothing.
both the falling star,
and the blackened sky...
and yes a grain of sand
beneath the traveller's feet,
the home that cannot be taken,
but is freely given!
and hands that have no need to hold!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 04 March 2012

A really wonderful poem, a great write.

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Savita Tyagi 23 July 2012

A wonderful write. Enjoyed reading it. Home is where peace is and many of lost it.

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Jan Freundschuh 28 March 2012

when we ran with the glory of wildness, before we became a civilized mess! Just wanted to say that I liked the way you expressed this, in a review of my poem. About this poem, I really enjoyed this, especially these lines: the trees shed their leaves for the winter cleansing, and so we lay our bodies down into the earth's embrace! o to be ocean, filling the great chasms of history. o to be mountain, and bridge the earth to the sky. o to be wind, to come and go without restraint. Thank you.

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Tsira Gogeshvili 04 March 2012

Wonderfully ........10..... If I no burn down, if you'll not burn down, who'll light darkness :) Ts.

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 04 March 2012

the home that cannot be taken, but is freely given! but the man has become a homeless! ! How? Nice poem. Interesting to read and the truth can not be denied..

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Elena Sandu 04 March 2012

Yes, great write, it taught me that I shall never pity a homeless man, but admire the freedom he acquired. (somehow I feel I always knew..) He could be anything, under the wise simple feature of the small and cute grain of sand. Thank you for this wonderful poem!

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