A poem that partially came to me this morning. The rest is just improvised:




I am the greatest Buddha that ever lived.

Yet I am Dirt and Ash.

The universe keeps expanding

And I am a speck.

I am the Greatest Buddha that ever lived.

Yet, I still shit.

My bones get old,

And the Autumn turns to Spring, turns to winter, turns to summer,

If only summer, then fine.

If only winter, then fine.

I can't change the summer by Saying "Hey summer! Change!"

I am the Greatest Buddha that ever lived.