A True Child Of The Buddha In Brooklyn Comments

Charles: I loved this story (however painful) . thought you might enjoy these poems. Sandra The Unsearchable It is not this: not sky, or reflections of sky, or thoughts, or dreams, or intentions of sky; Wild swans borrow the wind, but the sun only moves within white feathered wings over water, divined transcendence; It is not beauty, it is not warmth, it is not light; It is: not this. 2/7/06 Mercy She never smiles, this Virgin with Child sees too far beyond her youth; Sanctified and blessed among woman, heaven blessed and full of grace, heaven blessed (have mercy on us): The Trinity rings hollow promises of a sacred heartache love leaves little choice but to endure; No, the Mother of God does not smile as she holds her first born son, and her eyes are old long before their time. 9/29/04

An amazing poem. Speechless. -chuck

a beautiful and moving poem, thank you Kim

Charles, Wow, this was gripping, I felt such strong sad emotions in this piece...thanks for sharing. The imagery sizzled my mind and your details were awe inspiring.

This is a great poem that touched me, both the humanity and spiritual wisdom.