The Unlikely Buddha

 In sterile white, beneath the hum of light,  He lies entwined, a shell of fading might.  Each labored breath, a question on his lips,  Of deeds well done, or sins on soul's eclipse. He searches deep, through memories' dusty halls,  For moments bright, where kindness held its calls.  A helping hand, a smile that warmed the day,  A child's delight, a debt he chose to pay. But shadows creep, insidious and bold,  Whispering wrongs, tales left untold.  Harsh words that stung, a trust he did betray,  The path not taken, lost along the way. The scales he builds, they tremble, precariously placed, Good deeds in one, by darker counterfaced.  His heart, a battlefield, where angels war with fiends, Heaven's promise fading, as the torment ascends. "Will forgiveness find me, in this fading hour?"  He cries, a silent plea, devoid of power.  Will pearly gates unfold, or flames engulf his fate?  An answer sought, yet sealed by cruel...

The poet dips a pen in ink, a heart laid bare,  Unveiling secrets whispered on the wind, their soul laid bare.  Words dance on paper, lines both fragile, bold,  Seeking connection, stories yet untold. The reader opens pages, eyes become the key,  Unlocking chambers hidden deep within the sea.  Each verse a wave that crashes on the shore,  Emotions echoing, a silent give and pour. In quiet moments, hearts begin to meet,  In shared reflections, bittersweet or sweet.  The poet's breath, a sigh upon the page,  The reader's tears, a testament to rage. Laughter dances through the lines, a playful spark,  As shared joy ignites, leaving its mark.  A world unfolds, both vast and intimate,  Poet and reader, forever intimate. No touch, no voice, yet souls intertwined,  Bound by words, a universe defined.  The poem, a bridge, where understanding flows,  A whispered promise, where empathy grows. Though miles may stretch, and ...

Beneath a sun of molten gold, I tread,  Through parched plains where silence hangs its head. No verdant cloak upon the earth is spun,  But ochre sands beneath a brazen sun. No babbling brook, nor whispering rill, doth please My parched lips, yearning for oasis' ease.  Yet, beauty lurks where shadows softly lie  On sculpted dunes that kiss the sun-kissed sky. Saguaro sentinels, in stoic grace,  Pierce heavens blue, etched with time's slow trace.  Their weathered limbs, a stark and twisted dance,  A silent chorus in this arid trance. Lizards dart, like emeralds in the heat,  While horned owl's gaze, from shadowed depths, doth meet  My wandering eyes.  A symphony untamed,  Where life persists, by sun and silence claimed. And though the path may seem forlorn and stark,  The desert blooms, beneath a moonlit spark.  Cacti unfurl, their fragile blossoms gleam,  A testament to life's defiant dream. So, onward still I walk, th...