Suzanne Hayasaki

Gold Star - 4,972 Points (October 4,1966)

Buddha And The Tiger - Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

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.

Why do we worship each other?
Why do we place one man above another?
Why do we believe that feeding a monk
Means more than feeding a carnivore?

What lifts us up above our own plight?
Not to find ways to balance the scales
But to try to tip them in our favor
With gifts to gods that don't exist?

I will be my own Buddha.
I will heed my own mind.
I will focus on my own life
As meaningless as it may be.

I will be the tiger,
Restless
Independent.
Solitary
Aware .

Stalking prey I can only sense
In the dense jungle beyond logic
Beyond conditioning
Beyond the ruins of rules
Set up on quicksand
Sucking us all into the pit
Of spiritual certainty.

Leaving us all believing
We are safely on our way
To a salvation
As elusive
As truth.

Topic(s) of this poem: buddha, spirituality


Comments about Buddha And The Tiger by Suzanne Hayasaki

  • (1/21/2016 10:33:00 PM)


    The basic and genuine questions raised and their solutions provided in an adroit and humanly manner are thought provoking. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

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  • Pithy Marvel (1/21/2016 10:21:00 PM)


    I will be my own Buddha
    the lost message of all religion
    of love and peave

    very nice thoughts shared
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    Suzanne Hayasaki (1/21/2016 10:23:00 PM)

    thank you for your kind comment

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 21, 2016



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