I am Buddha with a womb.
Strip me to the skin and set me in the sun.
I will bathe, I will bask, I will bloom.
I have no need of a hermit’s cave.
I am my own conch shell.
Toss me in the sea.
Strand me on the beach.
And still I will sing.
Put me to your ear.
Friday, May 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: buddha,metaphysical