After The Shores

when the Buddha in me
sees the Buddha in you,
he leaps with joy!

as if great waves of stillness
arise from a calm, placid sea,
to lap at the shores of...

we are those shores,
and yes, we are the waves,
but most of all...

we are what remains,
after the shores are stripped bare!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!