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sleeping with Buddha
by Charlie Morgani slept in the yard last night;
tossing and turning over and over,
i wonder how many bugs became Buddha.
i felt the Sumida river flow from
Mount Shinobu and over me, while i slept.
got up late as the Sun beat me lovingly
into a grace that was befitting a crow.
all that warmth after the cold, overhead Moon
used me like a skillet to beat a woven carpet.
my yawn was not aimed at the morning dove;
but the above cosmos, as i asked: any love
left for me? or did i wake much too late?
06/13/2010 Posted on 06/13/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 06/13/10 at 10:57 PM Very nice! Really like "i wonder how many bugs became Buddha".
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| Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/14/10 at 04:13 AM You know Charlie, the lovely line about Buddha aside, this also reminds me a good deal of James Herriot's 'All Creatures Great and Small'...you're never too late -when you smile up at the sky, you're right on time. |
| Posted by Jason Moskalyk on 06/14/10 at 03:52 PM Oh, there's plenty of love! s2-5 utilized some slightly different imagery, not overly flattering but well-thought out. Good write, sir. |
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