BUDDHA

As if he listened. Stillness: something distant …

We check ourselves—and cease to hear it.

And he is Star. And multitudes of giant stars

that we don’t see stand all around him.

He is everything. Are we really waiting here

for him to see us? What would he require?

And if instead we threw ourselves before him,

he’d remain deep and idle as a cat.

For what drags us roughly to his feet

has circled in him for a million years.

He, who forgets what life instills in us,

and lives in the wisdom we’re denied.