Buddha is.
A poem as a reply to Douglas Giles Articles on Buddhism.
To be free or not to be free,
is not a question for this PhD.
Living in conflict, that means trouble,
that means, further, you live in a bubble.
Why can’t we look like scientists through Hubble,
to see the origin of human trouble?
Don’t you know it is pure action,
to see without deflection?
Heads like cages, filled with words —
flying around like crazy birds.
And these birds sing all day long,
the song of “Right and Wrong”.
What can one say, what can one show,
if attention is too low.
We are in a terrible mess,
Because we live, as others play chess.
Don’t you know,
where duality ceases to be,
you are — just free.