Whatever that Buddha's Name is.A Poem by Lydia
Look at the world, and tell me what you see.
We are our own gods, Each of us is the sun in our own private universe, And everything revolves around the vortex That is “me.” But I am sick of selfishness And seeing those around me Enraptured by materialism, As if it were something new, Albeit the latest and oldest craze. I am looking at the world, And though the view is hopeless, I still have hope of a pure land And pure hearts, and pure joy. © 2010 LydiaReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 14, 2010 Last Updated on July 14, 2010 AuthorLydiaSeattle, WAAboutI'm Lydia. I write free verse. Nature is freedom. My Bird, I am forever changed. Rest in Peace, my beautiful friend. Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginativ.. more..Writing
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