as

the buddha i am

the buddha i am 
is not the same buddha as 
the buddha in me

i twist as i fall 
and cling to the rumor that 
there is no bottom

i live every day
as if i will not be blessed
with another one

at the end of time
as the cosmos unravels
my soul will know yours

smart conspirators
are too smart to become known
as conspirators

this padded helmet
will serve well in my new role
as a projectile

my lady fortune
will contribute to my lot
just as she pleases

two divorces might
be regarded as careless
but four seems feckless

smart conspirators
are too smart to become known
as conspirators

in a split instant
i recognized you as though
years were just yardsticks