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.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
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.
Gautama Buddha
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