BUDDHA

Ocean 002
Buddha knows
No duration
No punctuation
He flows
Sometimes vertically
Sometimes horizontally
Unable to spread
Buddha
Is warm like west wind
Rains down like monsoon
He bargains for a smile
Sells out shadows
Buddha
Is the name of a desire
A slant light in the corner
He fills to the rims
Dries to the dregs
He is the begging bowl
Stretched out to the sea
Buddha
Is not a location, a place
Nor time
He is a return
That goes

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