Perhaps my greatest intrigue in the life of the Buddha is reflected in this poem…
I of the Storm
Buddha, a Bodhisattva, remained in Enlightenment – the “Great Compassion” – forestalling Nirvana – “blowing out” – to help end the suffering of others.
For near eternity
I was planted
At the center of the whirled
Still
I extended my hand
Into the temp-est of awe
With such gust, oh, gust, oh
Gust
My won hand is slapped
The soul sound of victory
NOTE: The “sound of one hand clapping” is one of the more famous Zen koans, a paradox to be meditated upon that is used to train Zen Buddhist monks to abandon ultimate dependence on reason and to force them into gaining sudden intuitive enlightenment.
How did we get
What might

Yo yo

