Buddha anthem

Breathlessly searching for inner silence,

Looking for new borders to cross,

Feeling a touch of fresh wind,

Playing with growing greeen trees,

Listening to applause

And once again

To songs of dolphins and whales,

Carelessly throwing words around,

Dancing to a pulsating shine of constellations,

Recognizing ancient temples,

We are lost in the mundane

But then Wisdom comes around.

The mysteries of this world

Are solved like middle school riddles

And reality is as fit as a fiddle.

 

We realize

That all the states of consciousness

Have their flavour.

 

Sanctity shines

Through our behaviour.