The Image And The Mystery Poem by Ayni Poet

This day barely cracked,
Through the zipper of the black satin night,
A lotus flower awaits in bliss
The first splash of liquid lights and wind.

By its side, on the shore of the lake
A gentle presence contemplates,
Immersed into stillness and beatitude,
Cross legged on the spring grass bed.

Transcended of sorrow,
Innocent as one without knowledge or desire,
Free as a tear rolling down steeply,
In loving brotherhood with everything around.

Electrified by his impeccable white drapery,
With delicate folds and simple lines,
Passers by pinch him with curious eyes,
But alter not his soft and supple gaze.

Not a prisoner inside a skin or a mind,
Without a preference for sunshine or rain,
Touched equally by kindness and cruelty,
Awakened from the cellular sleep,
The Buddha lives here,
And beyond.