Angel
The angel, Buddha
Sat under his wings
The flowering temple
Of his mind
Was covered in vines
The warmth of his
Love penetrated
The world
With light
To his left
Was a flaming sword
To his right
A dragon
Made by men
His hands
Enfolded, neatly
A cup tea
Tigers
Walked and posed
In front of him
Doves flew by
In his arms.... flowers
Grew
He surrendered himself
To his enlightenmentand was one with light
Sun and moon
All at once
His sadness and joy
The Earth…