Taking Refuge in the Buddha

Of what use is

It

If I give my ten lives to you

And you give it back to me

(the same thing happens when the chameleon

Looks into the mirror)

You think it perfect

The way it is. Birds in Paradise.

But I have the pain

Called the Great indifference

It was after all the last thing

Buddha did

To take flight.

I spent the whole life

Examining what was real

And what I believed

When I realized how relevant it was,

All reality disappeared

All my beliefs flashed on,

Then off.