The Buddha sits unmoving
His eyes shut forever
Robed in copper and silver
In a perpetual state of grace
Bestowing a benediction
Blessing all in his serenity
He reminds me of unseen deities
In unseen deltas of the Far East
I know not of his teachings
Learning it is a struggle
For my gluttonous soul
Lost in a labyrinth
And unwilling to be found
With the passing years
I settle on smug cynicism
Forsaking unlived dreams
And mistaking it for life
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