Sweeping the staircase steps <br />one after the other downward <br />counting dead leaves <br />I imagine my arms to be branches <br /> <br />that wrap my waist over and over <br />with a longer and longer sash. <br />I imagine myself a fat tree trunk <br />Assigning the leafy detritus <br /> <br />into the organic compost bin <br />I imagine myself a fungus. <br />And when the mushrooms, <br />delicately sautéed and digested <br /> <br />I imagine a satiated non-deity <br />squatting behind that tree <br />trapped by oblivion but thrilled <br />by Buddha nature. <br /> <br />~~~ <br />Alex Nodopaka Feb©2009 <br />AD Something<br /><br />Alex Nodopaka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-nature-of-buddha/
