How we all try and understand you,
The greatest of minds man has to offer, are
At your feet,
How does your ego not inflate?
How have you stayed the same all these years?
The wisdom of philosophers,
Digging deep in you, trying
To see what you are,
The tools of the scientists,
Prodding, measuring, stealing bits
And pieces of you,
Trying to see what you’re made of,
The religious folk claim you,
Pray to you, want from you, take from you,
Yet you stay still?
Is that what Buddha understood?
How is it that all these wise men and women are deaf and blind?
Before we shackle the children,
They know and understand you,
Even in chains, your
Teachings slip through their laughter and wonderment,
How do you stay so still when all over your robbed of your innocence?