From The Roots Of A Brahman (Siddhartha) - Poem by Thomas Duncky
Rose a brave tall man
The ever daring Siddhartha
Under the shade of a tree did he, with Govinda converse
Forever reading and memorizing the wise words of the Brahman.
There too, to meditate they did rehearse.
Atman the ultimate soul quest,
did his heart always thirst
The master of all transitions,
at the river bank brave Siddhartha did realize his supremacy
Good and bad all things he loved.
From learning the art of love, to generosity, to gambling, to success and to failure
From which teaching well did he not drink?
Yet atman was no where to be found.
In his own heart did he hear a sound;
The Buddha was calling
The enemy to finding the atman was falling
The heart was beating
One with wisdom so overflowing to his fingers and garments had come
Master taught all people but Siddhartha's heart did he move not.
A man so searching that the bald one could only separate a finder from a searcher (Govinda)
So did his lessons from the flowing river learn.
Man must live his life and not search for something out.
Within, atman existed and around in the universe it reflected.
Oneness of all that is living for all that exist does live and is alive.
Thus delighted with his own time as a human Siddhartha departed
Yet to live again in the living universe.
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