God Bless You! ~ Sunday, June 14, 2026

If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him

If, in your confusion, you, then, decide
for whatever reason, now, to kill me

you may observe later, deep in your mind
only in the comfort of regicide
understanding condones acts by an insane

morbidly curious creature, to see
eternity in a seashell, to find
emptiness in values that shift and change
time replaces sorrow with sugarcane

the Buddha is not the Buddha, you know
how mistakes, in hindsight, make little sense
enter the world without choice, why you grow

Buddha, the prince who let us figure out
understanding underlies the footbridge
deep in the soil, beneath the flow, the fish
dive to seek nourishment beside the ridge
happiness comes, well-fed, without a wish
answered by divine intervention, doubt

on the other hand, makes little difference
nothing beyond the mind makes sense, how strange

the road takes me places, I would not seek
heroes lead in anguish and fear, unseen
entirely hidden, for a moment

roads ancient and modern, if they could speak
of travelers seeking prosperity
answers easily found, for what has been
decided by others must be unbent

kill or be killed, kindness requires no less
insanity occurs in the city
leave the city to find madness elsewhere
let go of language games, words go unheard

hit the brakes, stop the car, get off, just there
in your confusion, you meet Little Bird
may all suffering disappear, God bless

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