Buddha; bustedA Poem by jinjahmanpara-graphical image
I try to be real good when I'm out and about, but then a short circuit in my finger in my toe, m-eye . . anywhere!, causes grievous havoc unexpectedly. A terse comment, a selfish prance, a stack of drunken retorts . . you get the drift;
I need a spiritual electrician to alternate the karma current, spill the tiff down the drain, direct the voltage wisely up through acid digested rain. Some of these guys can do it sitting on a pole or kneeling in a pew far far away.
The further away from these facts these truth-setters lay, the closer to calm reflection will lie screw-driving, multi-meterish Buddha; busted or not the spirit will remount the sky and sprinkle fates dust on the anointed and unanointed alike, restoring faith. © 2012 jinjahmanReviews
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Added on October 8, 2010Last Updated on February 25, 2012 |

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