Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Life With Buddha
This mind is me.
I am limited by this.
I am life without
I have been born,
And I will die.
Look at the blue skies filled with stars and rainbow, true mind.
Since before time, I have been freedom.
Birth and death are only doors through which we had.
Birth and death are with me,
Behold me once again,
Let us say do forget you not,
Say good-bye, to behold again soon.
We meet today. Buddha
We will meet Buddha again tomorrow.
We will meet again in the happy life.
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle