The Buddha emerges from 7 years of reflection under his tree.
He gives me a good smiling look and says mischievously :
-\'\' So boy,I hear you\'ve become a poet ? \'\'
- To know you to wear bomber and doc martens,
starting a fight as you leave the stadium
what an incredible evolution ! \'\'
Then he made a slightly resigned gesture .
-\'\' After so many meditative years and I don\'t know
how many illuminations ,I\'m waking up to a world
that hasn\'t changed and learned from past errors
and horrors to come ! \'\'
He pauses to take a sip of San Pellegrino .
After all this time he must be thirsty .
And he continues like this :
-\'\' sometime I think I should have gone
into politics or business ,right now I\'d be US president !
He sigh and adds :
-\'\' you see ,even my message is no longer popular
There are neo-buddhists chapels everywhere ,
seasoning my message with a holistic touch ,
or other supermarket spirituality for cuckoos ! \'\'
-\'\' okey man I\'m off to the local mcdo for a good burger ! \'\'
My poor old Buddha .
Have you not penetrated the truth and finality of things
just to take note of the inulectable permanence ?
Since the place is free ,I\'ll settle under the tree
while you go back to wallmart or convert to islam !
I\'m going to become a therapist in fallen divinities .
I would have the visit from Jehova, Quetzalcoatl ,Jupiter
and even Maradona !
I\'d make love to a beautiful mahabarata princess
all scented with sandal wood !
And who knows ,I\'ll get rid of that damn\' karma
after 7 billions years of reflection and as many illuminations !
Bye, my dear Buddha w\'ell talk later !
(Zen soto )