There are said to be 84,000 parts of the Buddha in the world.
But he is not in pieces.
I am filled with truth and lies, but I am not afraid of delusion.
I am not blind.
My mind awakens.
My atoms vibrate and break their bonds, but I am whole.
Like the Buddha I am Mindful of my senses.
They are a compass on which my ship sails.
My thoughts wander, but I feel better when I’m aware.
There are many forms to take, many hats to wear, many roads to travel.
But I am always me, I am not a fraud, I am forever here.
I look forward not backward.
I am filled with a sense of wellbeing.
I am human, imperfect, and Like the Buddha, I shall become a a piece of everything—the light.