Gotama Got it Right
Or raging for a fight,
Then pause to breathe, remembering
Gotama got it right.
And watch it rise and crest—
Then feel it ebb, like the lunar tide
That circles east to west.
But what propels a mood?
In quietude, the whisper’s heard—
Along with the urging rude.
They speak and are heard in turn—
And we respond—as the fire may dim
Or flame with the breeze and burn.
Is understood in time—
And its turbulence is slowly calmed
As things begin to rhyme.
And so enhance the peace.
The past and future cede to now.
We savor then some ease.
Berkeley, California
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