nama rupa

nama rupa

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson

I turn instead to the Buddha
bowing student feet bare crown of head offered
soles dirty caked in mud and hair of dog
corpse of fly in whorl of calloused skin
souls of the dead swirl about me
I am Christ I am Buddha
I am light of Death
I am stooped Father Time
hair matted salty & coarse
back of neck red & raw in violent sun
palms raised
skin cracked
knees sore from rugged floor
skin numb already
I am Buddha I am Christ
I am drunk with peace
I am bowing I am eternal
I turn instead to the Buddha
I turn to the Buddha
I turn.

© 2021 Daniel Atkinson


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Added on July 17, 2021
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Tags: buddha, pain, time, death, love, acceptance

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Daniel Atkinson
Daniel Atkinson

DULUTH, GA



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Stephen King nerd, Allen Ginsberg wannabe, lame dad. more..

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A Poem by Daniel Atkinson