Clown Buddha – foto by smithThe Bisque Buddha
What good this dusty truth I hold in hand
to gain immoral ground in other’s land?
What use the pure of heart when acts of need
in escalating schemes the living seed?
Truths change naught though they scurry so
while new lies easily sought hurry low
themes rhyming jism to rhythm within
all going nowhere in wisdom or whim.
If truth to be told takes who, how, and when
why the eraser at truth’s other end?
Why all the viewpoints and let’s make amends
when no truth’s all truth and all truth’s a sin?
For all gain’s no gain less all gain as well
(a story told truly too often to sell).
female Buddha – foto by smith |