Deep within me is a smiling Buddha, Unfurling in time, Ready to awaken. This part of me is like a child, Bright, Naked, Excitable and curious. It is who and how I am when unconcerned by image. As this part of myself, I am ready to serve. A pair of open hands, Opening yet wider,… Continue reading The Buddha within
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Choices, the heart, and God
Shall I go to the bar tonight, Or stay in and read? Shall I drop out of college, Or finish? Shall I propose to my girlfriend? Find another? Vote my conscience? Abstain? Beneath these decisions, there is the part of us that has already chosen; if we try to convince ourselves of our choices… Continue reading Choices, the heart, and God
Receding into death
Where does it come from, The longing to be stronger, Richer, With a healthier or more beautiful spouse? On better land? With surer footing in the world? Where does it come from, The feeling of missing one another? My father, my sister, my brother, my kin, All are so far away; I want to return… Continue reading Receding into death
A timeless question
Through a telescope looking onto the past, A child laughs, Bathing with his brethren in the open sun. Through that same telescope pointed to the near future, The child withers, Swaddled with his mother at home. In the far future, The child and friends stand crouched and waiting, Wondering with the rest of us: Will… Continue reading A timeless question
Love meets purpose
You searched and pined for the one to love, The perfect one, The one who would return that love, Would make you whole. In each situation, Your founding expectation rendered this person something other than they were, An illusory object that you could cradle, Possess, Lust for, But that was never really yours. In the… Continue reading Love meets purpose
Jackson Holzberg Buckley 