Pieces

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.