Buddha’s Not Talking

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Buddha’s Not Talking

 

He looks out from the shelf while I consider
manure, sharp knives and the hagfish’s second
heart, or whether odors differ in texture when a dog

retraces his steps through the park, and do they really
lose themselves or just quickly shed their pasts,
forever moving towards now. Sometimes I say hello,

but truthfully we seldom interact, unless I bump his
shoulder when retrieving one of the books leaning
against him, and then it’s only a quick “sorry” on my

part, and a stare on his, perhaps a slight nod if
I’ve not yet had coffee. I fear I’ll never grasp
the difference in having and being, that my true

nature has splattered on a trail and the dogs will
sniff it and lift their legs in acknowledgment,
or perhaps acceptance of the infinite, with wisdom

far beyond my reach, before moving on to disquisitions
about soil and fragrance and the need to justify art
with decimal points. Yesterday I roasted chicken, moved

books, sipped ale. Today I’ll sweep, discard papers and
wonder if I’ll become what I think, whether reincarnation
will be cruel or kind. Either way, Buddha’s not talking.

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“Buddha’s Not Talking” first appeared in July 2017 at Blue Bonnet Review.
With gratitude to editor Cristina Del Canto for taking this piece.

31 thoughts on “Buddha’s Not Talking”

  2. Despair not Robert, he moveth and speak in mysterious ways. I love this Robert. Makes me mindful of all the charms and trinkets we pack into our lives which soon become part of the furniture.

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  9. “do they really
    lose themselves or just quickly shed their pasts,
    forever moving towards now”

    a rare gem in my opinion…bringing such thoughts to life
    is reason enough for this poem to live forever.

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  11. “….that my true

    nature has splattered on a trail and the dogs will
    sniff it and lift their legs in acknowledgment,
    or perhaps acceptance of the infinite, with wisdom

    far beyond my reach, …” I wonder about this every day, but without Buddha. Thank you for articulating that question.

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