Buddha Poem

I stare at you, Buddha–

on my altar

the one I broke so, so many times

cleaning up the house,

the room,

knocking you over in a haze of doom and gloom.


You are my third one,

Dear Buddha

and I apologize to you now in a way that I’m not sure how to express…


A few unique faux flowers are held in your hands, on your lap

day in and day out

the same

expression on your face

a quiet grace and solitude I can emulate.


Pink lotus lamps sit and burn beside

your left and right


Your visage bears a blankness

A respite–


Before I drift off to bed, to sleep, to mourn a day, a weep…

I pray that I can lift you in my heart

and carry you within me


and then





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