Tag: buddha

druken with sorrow

i dreamt of a blue and purple buddha-
with a slight smile upon his face,
and i wondered as i lay awake
what he might know, that i do not,
about my destiny…

the stars seem so misaligned,
i’m missing signs, like leaves
upon a stream, I drift aimlessly
towards some unknown sea…

and i hold no hope that the world
might reveal the path
my feet are meant to follow
as i slowly make my way home
drunken now with sorrow.