Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~Kahlil Gibran

Saturday, October 6, 2012

For You, Buddha

And it was then
when my words
dripped
from your lips
like rain falls
on the surface of the river
the body where it began

It was most surely then
when I smelled
the poetry
on your skin
through the forest
and over the mountain
so many miles away

I do know it was then
that I breathed
knowing that you too breathed
and I burned brighter
just knowing that you
were out there
looking for a reason

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