Thursday, December 13, 2007

Forgotten Buddhas

When I feel my best I don't write. I just feel.
Days will go by, without a written word
I'll be in the groove
living
without thinking, just feeling the being.

I wonder if that is why Socrates and Jesus
wrote nothing.
Maybe they just felt.
Or maybe that is all part of the deification process,
infallibility requires no permanent record
no lasting evidence
a comet streak
a story
retold, among bored brothers
after a long summer day of gaming.

How many modern Buddhas
live among us
lacking the less than perfect friends
writing
recording
establishing a record...
how would we ever know.

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