For a hundred generations
Constructed for Gautama
In honour of compassion
And the light of self-reflection
Gather here in peace
Quieting your mind
Listen for my voice
The wisdom of the ancients
Gather here in peace
Quieting your mind
Listen for my voice
The wisdom of the ancients
I remind myself
While some have said
The light at tunnel’s end
Is an illusion
I demand
You deny
I beg
You withhold
I am quiet
You listen
I am still
You approach
Sometimes I feel so luminous
As if anyone
Everyone
Can see my inner light
possibility
options
choices
consequence
that is life
it can be difficult
to find the branches
which lead to the light
I think of time
As if it were
A thing
Of itself
As if it were
A force ravaging
My body
My memories
In that way
Love is as pure as light
As powerful as gravity
As infinite as time and space
Humans evolved
The mind to identify
The harshest conditions