Buddha Blinked


I was there at the creation, but I nodded off to sleep
It was only for an instant, but my deepest demons leaped
From the dreams I dare not tell you, for you would not understand
And in that awful blinking instant rose the horror known as man

Can the Buddha be in error?  Can the godhead feel chagrin?
If I could be in that instant, would I fall asleep again?
Buddha tires of all these questions, for the answers are too deep
Let the manchild search for answers, while the gentle Buddha sleeps

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