The images in which you like to see him,
Like to view him seated on a lotus
Or in meditation under a Bodhi tree
Or crossing borders in the Far East
Giving his gospels and sermons,
Artisans making the statues of Buddha
From stone, clay and metals,
Buddha is Buddha,
Where is he not,
In your soul, in your heart,
On your mind,
Just feel you, feel you it,
just search you, search you it.
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