The Buddhas In The World Poem by Ayni Poet

A sea of sensations casts rain on him,
Coming from a perennial spring beneath the sky
Permeating its Being yet staying dry,
His skin has not a limit of in or out,
Neither encloses or discharges quantum rays,
Free of past, innocent to the future,
Alert, elastic and aware
He steps but traces dissolve immediately,
He's here on the behalf of the Unnamed.

Surpassing the wrong and right,
Luxury and ruin are equal to him,
Noticing the shriveling of wanting,
Temptations and denials are flattened,
Living moment by moment,
Through the daily,
Among the dissonant or the awakened ones,
Paving their way with anemones,
Beautifying their soul with spaciousness,
Incognito kissing all foreheads with peace,
Stilling frenzied minds and bodies,
This open infinity
Is here as a cup quenching the thirsty,
Pouring everywhere
Fluid Consciousness.