The Lost Buddha

I saw myself in a large monastery,
In semi-darkness,
Illuminated with large oil lamps;
Monks in saffron robes chanted prayers
In rows all around me;
A huge golden statue of crowned Buddha,
Seated in lotus position, with a demure smile
And a placid composure - soothed my senses.

O Golden Buddha,
With mesmerising light blue eyes,
Come and be my saviour!

I need your help.

I discovered from the net that the Buddha form I saw exists only in Vietnam.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 2, 2009

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