The Buddha Smile

Come O sorrows, thou art a waking call, As happiness heals me like sleeping pills, Upon a hard day's work how respite feels— Let doors to joy open where there was wall. In dark clouds a silver line all so bright Seems pleasure on the crest of deep-set pain— A Buddha smile with space for pain and plight, A middle path welcoming sun and rain! Imagine life deserted by grey grief, Nary a scope of a cool breeze of joy, If easy goes the road to far off cliff, Journey's thrill plateaus like joys of new toy. There's unknown thrill in getting way lost, And reaching still the right place if at cost! ________________________________________________ Sonnets | 15.10.15 |