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My Buddha is Naked - April 26, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Apr 26
  • 1 min read

on a side shelf he’s exposed

with the endowment of a child

hands clasped above a bald

head bearing see-through eyes

standing on one leg

with a very American belly

 

of course, would anyone care

what any of these masters

look like if knowing the bubble

of silence surrounding them

would be excruciating

 

for anyone with questions

lots and lots of them, all

cramming the mind’s doorway

trying to come out

 

their answers would be wanting

with nothing to offer unless you

believe mirrors can tell you

things about yourself

 

at least the perfectly clean

highest quality

best-reflecting ones

 
 
 

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