River Rushes, Buddha Floats

Sitting hour after hour

No end in sight

River of time rushing down stream

Holding on for dear life

This innertube of self

Slowly losing air

Current pulling one out into the unknown

Struggling for shore once again

One lets go of innertube—no struggle—

In pure amazement floating

"Look Mom no hands—

No feet—no body—oops; no me?"

When clarity finally comes

The Buddha crashes on his bottom

Cracking the center

Revealing golden light. 

John Travis 1-4-05