I see the art and craft,
The sculpture,
Just the torso
So artistic and dreaming,
Buddha in meditation,
The eyes closed,
Appearing to be half-awake, half-sleep
Which but understand I it not
Buddha in meditation,
Dreaming and dwelling far
Into the realms unknown,
Buddha,
Goutam Buddha
Just like a lotus closed up
And the petals
Seemingly closing and opening both,
Do serene and calm
But beaming with joy,
Radiating with light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem