Poetry
How many Buddhas can they destroy?
When you cling to things you have
Or crave a little you don't have
And a voice whispers
Let go
For everything is impermanent
It's the Buddha speaking When your mind is a medley
Of wayward thoughts
And a voice whispers
Get a grip on yourself
It's the Buddha speaking When your vocal cords are taut and ready
To hurl a volley of abuse
Your fists are itching to fly
And a voice whispers
Take it easy
It's the Buddha speaking When your hand reaches
Under the table
For a wad of banknotes
And you hear a cautionary voice
It's the Buddha speaking When you are panting around the maze
Of the rat race
And you hear an amused voice tell you
What a waste of energy it is
It's the Buddha speaking When you have given up all hope for the world
And place a fantasy finger
On a nuclear button to blow it up
And a gentle voice
Counsels love for all there is
It's the Buddha speaking Who can tell
How many Buddhas there must be
In our overpopulated world
For us to hear the voice so often every day? Social scientists might find it an interesting exercise
To conduct a worldwide survey
They needn't bother
I can give you the answer straightaway
It's over six billion There are over six billion of us
Each with a living Buddha
In a tiny yet immeasurable space
Within the heart Now tell me
What can they do to so many
Those merchants of calculated hatred
Those engineers of irrationality
Tell me
What can they do against six billion Buddhas
Tell me
How many Buddhas can they destroy?
Or crave a little you don't have
And a voice whispers
Let go
For everything is impermanent
It's the Buddha speaking When your mind is a medley
Of wayward thoughts
And a voice whispers
Get a grip on yourself
It's the Buddha speaking When your vocal cords are taut and ready
To hurl a volley of abuse
Your fists are itching to fly
And a voice whispers
Take it easy
It's the Buddha speaking When your hand reaches
Under the table
For a wad of banknotes
And you hear a cautionary voice
It's the Buddha speaking When you are panting around the maze
Of the rat race
And you hear an amused voice tell you
What a waste of energy it is
It's the Buddha speaking When you have given up all hope for the world
And place a fantasy finger
On a nuclear button to blow it up
And a gentle voice
Counsels love for all there is
It's the Buddha speaking Who can tell
How many Buddhas there must be
In our overpopulated world
For us to hear the voice so often every day? Social scientists might find it an interesting exercise
To conduct a worldwide survey
They needn't bother
I can give you the answer straightaway
It's over six billion There are over six billion of us
Each with a living Buddha
In a tiny yet immeasurable space
Within the heart Now tell me
What can they do to so many
Those merchants of calculated hatred
Those engineers of irrationality
Tell me
What can they do against six billion Buddhas
Tell me
How many Buddhas can they destroy?
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