‪I am a Buddhist; who has experienced the good and the bad. ‬

I am buddhist; who has suffered and seen suffering

I am a Buddhist; just trying to live life

I am a Buddhist; seeking enlightenment

I am a Buddhist; who doesn’t want a relationship nor ****** love.

There once was a prince.
Who left his palace
Set up by his parents
To be perfect
Left to see the world out side.
Though overwhelming of excitement
He saw a lot of suffering
And had a lot of time to himself.
One day when he was alone
He found his true self
And became enlightened.
And happy.
Moral of the story….
Find out who you are
And
Do it on purpose!!!

Dear mental health worker  
You only see my faults
But there’s more to it than that.
Are you afraid of Buddhist people
Are you afraid of actual humans
Well
I am a Buddhist
And
I am human....
A flawed creature.
I am showing you
Your flaws and weaknesses
Your short comings.
Is that it.
Do I frighten you.
Guess what.  
There is no such thing as normal.  
If you don’t like people
Then may lord Buddha have mercy on your soul.
Use love.
Not hate.

I am neither the past present nor future
I am a love lorn ghost
And
I am cursed to find true love
As I get reborn and reborn
Finding the lover
Who I lost centries ago
In a land of hills
In a land of mountains
In a land of deserts
An exotic place
Where the curse started
When he died.

I’m a buddhist woman living with mental illness.

It does not make me weak.

It does not make me any less of a of a Buddhist

Buddhists live with mental illness too.
It’s ok not to be ok.

As the prayer flags sway and wave in the breeze
The poppies blossom
With their forbidden fruit.
The doctors say that that
Forbidden fruit is the oldest pain relief
I say love, kindness and compassion are the oldest forms of pain relief.
The flower is only a beautiful and
Yet obnoxious ****.
Which offers no enlightenment but misery and suffering.

Every meeting I see her
Trying to avoid my stare
With her racist hand
Is she abnnoyonh me?
Is she the cause?
The cause of my suffering?
Anger soon tells me
Telling me “yes”
Wishing we never meet
I burden that has a name
That name
That name
That name is ignorance
The one who invented anger
The one who gave birth to suffering
The one who represents crime.
The one
The one
The cause of yin
The opposite of enlightenment
The evil she is
My energy the one who I have compassion for.

I am always looking
Looking for that permanent high
Trying to end my anger
I will keep looking
Chasing enlightenment
Chasing enlightenment
For the rest of my life
I will be looking
I will be chasing enlightenment
Until I die
Just keeping hope
And thanking my mom
Thanking both my parents
But I will be searching
Like a detective
Hoping to find the
Meaning of life.

One day when I was walking
When I saw some prayer flags
Prayer flags swaying
Swaying in the wind
Just swaying
Bring people luck
Making them the luckiest of the lucky
I ask what a simple life
A simple job
A simple bunch of flags
Then I become jealous
Jealous of their simplicity
Wishing
Just wishing
Just wish for their lifestyle
Prayer flags
Simple life, simple job:
Simple flags.

The puffs.
Those mini puffs.
Then round, yellow, mini puffs.
Making things seem happy.
Making things smelll nice.
Making things simple and beautiful.
Tickling when touched.
Teaching us about love,
Warmth and family.
Round, puffy, fuzzy, yellow and petable
Yet tiny:
The yellow baby mums.