I wander the path
azure blooms brush my robe,
grateful for a blessing.
They are more blessed than I
of their own beneficence.
It is my robe
which is blessed by their contact.
Above my head
yellow petals pour from the azure sky,
forms unfold in radiant gold
to light my way, so bright
they cast an amber shadow at my feet.
All around me
grasses sway respectfully,
lean and bow,
the very trees bend in obeisance...
I wish they'd stop!
Enough of this deference,
this homage extended
by all creation!
The Buddha is not for worshipping!
Were that so, then I, being a part
of that creation, must worship myself.
Sometimes, like now,
I would just like to wander,
enjoy things in their natural state
as others do, as others see them.
No, the Buddha is not for worshipping,
The Buddha is merely
Painting by Odilon Redon