The Buddha's Timeless Light Poem by Kali Kaivalya

OPENING REFLECTION


In this sacred month of May, as the full moon bathed the world in gentle light on 12 May 2025, we pause to honor the birth, enlightenment, and Maha Parinirvana of the Awakened One—Buddha.

On this holy day of Buddha Purnima, silence grows luminous, and the soul inclines towards truth.

Amidst the chaos and craving of modern life, we turn inward, drawn by the still voice of Dharma, the eternal path he revealed.

This poem is a tribute to that path—to the light that cuts through illusion, to the compassionate strength that overcomes sorrow, and to the Saviour of Truth, whose presence forever illumines the way.


BUDDHA, THE SAVIOUR OF TRUTH


The world revolves in ceaseless spin,

Where do elements, their dance begin?

Beings bound by acts long sown,

The fruits of their past have grown.



Yet in this ever-shifting stream,

Truth abides — serene, supreme.

While Samsara flows unchecked,

Truth remains — calm, circumspect.



It yearns to see, to understand,

To know what moves the heart and hand.

From depths within, it seeks its face—

A flame of light, a wordless grace.



In stone, no knowing thought can rise,

Yet silent peace within it lies.

No hand to hold, no mind to share,

Yet stillness sings its silent prayer.



In leaf and bloom, truth lifts its head,

Alive in green, in gold, and red.

Unfolding through the night and day,

It speaks of life in soft array.



In beasts, it learns to walk and feel—

To know the wound, to sense and heal.

With mind awakened, spirit stirred,

It seeks the truth in thought and word.



Though pure, consciousness is chained—

By ego's grasp, by self-constrained.

Its clarity is veiled by pride,

Its radiant light is obscured inside.



The self-breeds grief, it wants, it clings,

And sorrow's shade upon it springs.

From selfish seed comes wrath and blame,

And all the world is drawn to flame.



Then Mara comes with a subtle snare,

Temptation's breath in scented air.

With pleasures false, he lures the soul,

And leads it far from freedom's goal.



Bright Maya casts her fleeting spell—

A world of forms we know too well.

Desire flares, then fades away,

And leaves us lost in disarray.



Who shall break this cursed chain?

Who will cleanse the world of pain?

Who shall guide through darkest strife,

To peace, to truth, to deathless life?



Though Samsara cries in endless wail,

And sorrow rides the shifting gale,

Truth, eternal, waits to rise—

A moon unmoved in stormy skies.



It quenches fire, it stills the tide,

It calms the war that burns inside.

It leads where worldly thirsts are gone—

To the silent shores of Nirvan.



Blessed is the one who finds that way,

Beyond the night, beyond the day.

Untouched by birth, immune to death,

At peace with time's dissolving breath.



Blessed the heart that dares to shine—

A lamp for all, a flame divine.

Through every trial, firm and wise,

Truth echoes in its steady rise.



Though flesh may fail, the soul remains,

Unstained by loss, unbound by chains.

Blessed is the life that breaks through lies—

The Buddha's light shall never die.



O Truth — so whole, so clear, so deep—

Awaken the minds that lie asleep.

Let every soul its radiance find,

And pour its peace through humankind.



For only truth can end our war,

And open wide compassion's door.

The Buddha walked this path for all—

To rise, to wake, to heed the call.



O blessed be the One who saw—

Beyond the veil, beyond the law.

The Saviour of Truth, serene and wise,

Whose light still burns in endless skies.



CLOSING REFLECTION


As the moonlight of Buddha Purnima lingers, may we carry within us the quiet brilliance of his truth.

Let us not merely remember the Buddha in image or word, but embody his essence—in clarity of mind, in purity of heart, and in fearless compassion for all beings.

For truth is not a distant star, but a flame within, awaiting our courage to see and to serve.

Blessed is the journey and blessed the one who walks it—not seeking escape from the world, but awakening within it.

In the Buddha's timeless light, may we each become beacons of peace, healers of pain, and seekers of the real.