Lord Buddha Seated On The Lotus

Lord Buddha seated on a lotus beaming with joy and radiating In all sunlight, Yea, the bronze statue of the Lord, Golden and radiating and beaming with joy In the monasteries far and wide, Far into the south-east. What we have forgotten it here, that is there preserved In their texts and literature, Culture and tradition, But we know not those Who those artisans and artistes Who really made them. Calm and serene, radiating and beaming with joy, But seated upon a lotus With the petals flung open, Cast in gold and bronze, The metallic statues drawing our attention, But we know not that lost tradition, Nor did we strive to know those texts. Buddha Buddha, Buddhas of stones, clay, wood, jute, Buddhas of gold, bronze, copper, Where that artistic tradition And its line of artisans or craftsmen, Who were those who made the statues So beautifully expressive, In meditation or in samadhi? With a tiny statue of the Buddha, I want to go my way, As Buddha the peace of mind, The peace of soul, Calm Composure, A Stature Meditational. Buddha and his Buddhism taking me away to Distant Cambodia, Tibet, Thailand, Japan, China And I following thereafter Asking them to interpret those forgotten texts Of Buddha and Buddhism.