Buddha Goes to Class
22 August 2005
Cross-legged, the Buddha prayed alone
on the campus green. A tee-shirt, sandaled feet,
an open textbook on the ground, refuge
for her was not really about solitude:
to pray alone was not to be alone.
Sentient beings abound, moving all around
in the grass, through the grass, across the sky,
a community of life, passing by.
Students love to rush past, too impatient
to notice a blade of grass dancing.
They need to get somewhere fast, suffering
is a parasitic worm deep inside,
and will just keep growing over the years.
It causes blindess: the moment vanishes,
and year after year forgetfulness grows:
How many of these will remember the sunlight
glistening in a raindrop on the grass?
The Buddha uncrosses her legs and smiles,
ready to take her prayer to class.
© 2005, Satya J. Gabriel