Buddha Dreamt Poem by Patti Masterman

Buddha Dreamt



Buddha dreamt
A long night was in the waking:
He rose early as humbled saints
Counted beaded desires.

Centuries were passed
As the quickening was taking:
Then he gave his body
To the quenching fire.

Monday, May 17, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: rose,waking
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