“THE BUDDHA” by John Grey

Such repose.

Such calm.

Such peace.

If only I were an enlightened one,

and not some guy trying to get by.

If only I could take the noble eightfold path

and not the commuter bus.

If only I could reach the sphere of nothingness

and not have to work for a living.

If only I could teach 

the misery of clinging to transience

and weren’t actually living with it.

If only I could live in an ascetic state

and not Rhode Island.

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Sheepshead Review, Stand, Poetry Salzburg Review and Hollins Critic. Latest books, “Leaves On Pages” “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Ellipsis, Blueline and International Poetry Review.