Buddha

For me,

Little,

Old,

Me,

Whom really,

Doesn’t understand,

Much,

Well,

Perhaps,

Nothing at all,

Is understood,

You know,

The more,

It try,

To understand,

The more,

I feel,

So suffocated,

Like trying to,

Carry,

A tremendous,

Baggage,

In an,

Over packed,

Train,

Why not,

Let the train,

Carry you,

Gently,

On the river,

Uncharted waters they may be,

And it may actually,

Be,

A ferry boat,

Which you are being carried by,

Worry not about this,

Or perhaps,

It is that lonesome,

Water train,

In Spirited Away,

Taking you,

To a faraway island,

In which,

You shall find,

The most comfortable,

Wonderful,

And magical,

Home,

For you,

Where you may rest,

Sleep,

And once,

And,

For,

All,

Give away,

All your,

Baggage,

Finding,

In its stead,

A most,

Magnificent,

Pearl,

Like when,

The clouds,

Have departed,

Revealing behind,

This veil,

A most translucent,

And,

Expansive sky,

Which,

Displays,

In full,

Brightness,

The splendor,

Of the sun,

Or the night sky,

Which dazzle,

With countless stars,

Enacting,

An exuberant,

Spectacle,

Of luminosity,

Conducted,

By this most pretty,

And enchanting,

Moon lady,

It’s wonderful,

Is it not?

(Why did I name this poem Buddha, who knows,

up to you to decide my poetic lover friends.)