The Unlikely Buddha

 Upward, the path unfurls, a ribbon thin,  Alone I climb, where silence weaves its din.  Stone whispers echo, wind sighs a lonely song,  Each step a mindful beat, where thoughts don't throng. The path turns sharply, sun filters through the pines,  And there, a secret world, where beauty shines.  A tapestry of blossoms, vibrant, free,  Wildflowers dance, defying gravity. Purple and gold, with whispers soft and pink,  They bloom untended, yet their colors wink.  No grasping hand has marred their perfect grace,  A silent sermon in this lonely space. The fragrance stirs the soul, a gentle chime,  A reminder fleeting, beauty knows no time.  Like these wild blooms, I too must bloom and fade,  Yet in this moment, life's tapestry displayed. No longer lonely, filled with quiet awe,  I walk among the blooms, without a flaw.  Each petal whispers, "This is how you be,  Just simply present, wild and truly free." So onwar...