The Eyes Of The Truth Poem by Vera Dike

High above villages
high above fields
high above human effort lies
the ruins of an ancient temple
For centuries from its walls
Buddha smiles

The eyes of the Truth faces
the merciless claw of Iron Tiger
with unconquerable peace
The sacred gong raises its voice high
and higher quiver the praying flags
and lifted hopes

The wishes and dreams
keep running the praying wheels
when powerless are the hands
The eyes of the Truth
voicelessly scream the secret pain
with the compassion of all living things