Whatever that Buddha's Name is.

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 Lydia


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Happiness is just a name for something we haven't discovered yet. I think true happiness will only happen for most people when they burn their money in the streets and tear down wall street and all the banks. It will be when they put Ronald Mcdonald in the vatican. It will be when the drunk homeless bum and the CEO executive from beverly hills will be able to look and talk to each other and see no difference. Any of these things sound likely? No. But as you said at the end one can always hope. Kudos:)

Posted 14 Years Ago


Lydia - continue to be of a Buddha-nature, luminous mind. We are not of materialism, but of love. Thank you for even Buddha now to the forefront. You are in a great world...as long as you remain of a pure heart. It is a constant struggle.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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