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I keep looking at the statue of Buddha,
So different the person it depicts.
I keep looking for the Truth,
When its the Sages who realize it.
I keep looking for the path,
When its the Sages who tread on it.
I keep looking at the map,
So different the country from it.
I keep holding the holy book,
Not learning to die from it.
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I think I am, therefore there is deluded thought.
if i think; I am not, a lot of friends might miss me.
I think were I am is not important, but I am somewhere.
If I were to be nowhere, i might have trouble finding myself!
Were I am might not be real, but it functions for now.
who I am must be something, but its quite hard to explain.
if I were to give up now, a whole life would be lost.
so i keep on trudging, the dharma path.
Lyndon John Taylor mar 2011
Daily, I go on my knees,
And gaze at the altar.
I see the image of the Blessed One,
Sitting in great dignity.
Calm, but not in a trance.
Fully alert,
With a look of wakefulness and calmness.
Never caught up with the changing conditions around Him.
He is ... the perfectly, self-awakened one.
It's said that we too can attain Buddahood,
Admist all the turmoil in this world,
And sit with such dignity, wakefulness and calmness.
... to be continued