Quietude,
Transcending across
The spaces infinite and
The times with no Alpha and Omega,
You are a mystery.
The rhythm of the Universe
And the Cosmos unknown
Arises over a Tree
Whose shade spreads wide
And that's a miracle
Of a What, Why and How.
The wrested peaks collaps
And the Cheers wane out
With this Quietude
Permeating beyond
What we know and shiver at.
Incarnate as this man of marvel
And a feel beyond beings
You are there, the Buddha.
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