And
I am searching
Yet
Losing
my way
You
have reminded me
to
practise
Practise
calm
Every
day
So
I
went out seeking
And
stopped
Still….
Breathing
in
a
purifying breath
Quelling
the fidgety form
To
submission
* * *
And
the little boy
came
to me
Wearing
a hat of yellow brocade
A
golden temple
on
his head
He
smiled
One
of his lives
At
me
* * *
And
here you are to remind me
You
who have stood centuries
And
stood for what?
You
elude me
Then
you come and bring your light
And
I want to be where the light is
Diana
Moore
January
2013
Ground floor | Room 12 | India to 600
Fragmentary forearm and hand of the Buddha
From an observation during a
meditation in 2009
Diana Moore is author of the
children’s illustrated poetry book: A Fishy Coat Tale And Other Poems.
She offers sessions on ‘Creating
And Writing Humorous Poetry’ to children and adults.
Ground floor | Room 12 | India to 600
Fragmentary forearm and hand of the Buddha
From an observation during a meditation in 2009
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