A tiger rests on the Buddha's head
Lulled into sleep by the human's peace.
Both lost in meditation.
One on eternity.
One on hunger.
The tiger knows it must hunt to live.
The human knows only that he must be.
No one would feed a tiger with a begging bowl.
No one would see the need to appease its soul.
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: buddha,spirituality