by Sakutaro Hagiwara
Shaded by a tree in the lush woodland,
As let his thoughts amble forward,
Buddha felt oneness with brilliant-blue Nature.
He witnessed a moonlight full of splendor.
Which injected life into every meditation
And merged with every Nirvana.
"Is thought a design of a sort, then?"
Buddha walked upon the moonlit shadows.
And asked one gentle soul.
Last updated January 14, 2019