Oct 2017
Look no further than yourself,
be your own lamp
your own refuge.
The rain washed sky found a mirror in his eyes.
Yet for some time as the end neared
he was hearing an echo
from the deep well of nirvana
urging his weary feet toward a home
his aeons ago.
The frail bones feeling the pull
drove his weary feet through rains
to be on that land one last time.
Look no further
for howsoever long is the journey
must come to an end at home.
That night as he lay under the śāl tree
they strained to hear him whisper
All composite things decay,
strive diligently.
be your own lamp
your own refuge.
The rain washed sky found a mirror in his eyes.
Yet for some time as the end neared
he was hearing an echo
from the deep well of nirvana
urging his weary feet toward a home
his aeons ago.
The frail bones feeling the pull
drove his weary feet through rains
to be on that land one last time.
Look no further
for howsoever long is the journey
must come to an end at home.
That night as he lay under the śāl tree
they strained to hear him whisper
All composite things decay,
strive diligently.
Gautama Buddha
