JUDITH

Buddha Stopped By Today

 

The dinner call came,

I could not leave my desk,

Mesmerized,

Looking out my window,

 

At the oak tree,

Standing naked and Vulnerable surrender,

It’s arms stretched to the heavens,

Against the biting New England winter wind.

Buddha looked through my eyes,

Stunned,

 

Why would Buddha come to me?

I had not read the Sutra’s,

Not chanted,

Or even ventured into his temples.

 

Buddha’s teaching,

Came unannounced,

His words rang into my heart so clear.

“Pulling deep within its core,

Oak tree withstands winter’s frigid barrage.

The way of all Buddha’s,

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To live within your heart core,

During frigid soul winters,

Ready to bloom,

when sun arrives”

And then the whisper,

“Buddha stops by every home,

Unannounced,

Will you open your heart eyes,

To hear”?