Dharma Stones (Bottomless Haiku)-2 Poem by Eric Cockrell

i am you, you me,
we are one prism defined
by our hands, molded

colors, smells, feelings
are set free by not grasping
- touch without holding

tired of coming back
walking the same road again,
again and again...

not for me, myself
by my suffering, set free
those bound by sorrow

i would not achieve
greatness, acquire kingdoms - but
wipe away your tears!

Buddha within you
light bound by darkness breaks free
rain dances in the dust