Buddha Nature (Present In All)

Buddha nature....
dormant breath imprisoned
in greed's slobbering mouths,

the distant echo of flight
to wings broken by apathy....
darkness without being,

the stranger locked
just outside the door....
waiting on the wind

to blow the shutter away....
open the window,
and name the stars....

Buddha nature,
present in all....
sold much too cheaply

by feet that wont walk!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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