Unencumbered, must I enter
Unattached
Unburdened
Unattached
Unburdened
Burdens weigh me down
Attachments distract me
Encumbrances hold me back
Burdens weigh me down
Attachments distract me
Encumbrances hold me back
Which alters my idea
Of beauty
Which alters my idea
Of love
And so
My capacity
For compassion
Grows
Filled with hubris
And righteousness
And anger
And cleverness
And vitriol
Was I too
Then I encountered Buddha
And the Dao, too
A stupa grand
And towering
Each tile placed
By hands of men
Sometimes
It’s difficult to tell
Which is which
Until I try to open them
But it made
A man
Of the boy