Feeding The Buddha
 
 

1.

That Buddha-Image, -Him
just sitting there. Wherever there
isEnlightenment, or
somethingLooks to me like
a lump of fatI want to see
a crawling buddha, a buddha
who can't keep stillThe dancing
buddha
with bells on his toes
who has to eat 

garlic.

2.

Or maybe pregnant, with
large breasts. Or
b
leeding
  at the Full
M
oon, -his period

of enlightenment
p
erfectly
 

ended.

3.

Why didn't Mickey Mouse
taste Nirvana ?  Was it
all that cheese he ate
hanging out on the
M
oon ?  What if

we melted down
all these
B
uddhas & Christs
with
their peaches & their crosses ? 

Would we
get
a
'68 Mustang

-with a stick shift ?

4.

The Milky Way looks
promising, -out there on the beach
where it
curves its conch self
inside a rose.  For Christ's sake, Buddha
-or just to please Mickey, won't you
get your feet
w
et ?

5.

O,
y
es,

my eyes are
spirals, I drink

the stars They are
Amazing!  Delicious
oceans, -full of
a
pricots, 
cinnamon,
and
  tempting

figs!!! 

 

6.

Look-where the Fool
dances
under the moon.  His
fingers
  pointing to her, through
the trees.  He wears

raindrops
painted on his
face, turns inside

his own shadow,
s
miling
 

out.

7.

Buddha
sneaks up
o
n the fool, throws

a golden mantra
over him.  The fool
walks off
  laughingStars
shine his name, -silver
all along the night
sky!

8.

So much moisture
is
heavy
on the sweet
g
rass. There is

a small wind and 
odors

drop from the peaches.

Birds  sing songs that
l
ift the Sun up, -over
t
he Earth's
  edge. Buddha
unfolds
his lotus
legs, falls

asleep
in the lap of the
fool.  His only
p
osture

wholly

forgotten.

9.

Buddha-Fool
wakes up, hungry
a
s
  lightning. He
eats all the fruit
and spits out the pits. They
bounce like bronze balls
o
ff
  his belly. A joke
blooms
over the blue
 M
oon.  It feels

slimy, -smells of
f
ish, swims

the bowl of heaven, 

O
foolish,
tender,

buddha-food !
 
 
 
 
 

(a poem by F.D. Grabau)

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