Fifth Selection, August 2012

29

When the Buddha woke up

to his snoring harem

drooling over their

pretty mouths

the mystery was gone.

This sacred coyote ugly

started it all

The royal escape

to see

the ill

the old

the dead

and

the holy.

So sometimes we forget

in our rules based on

sin and suffering

that it was

this band of otherly fools

singing at death

shining at darkness

reaching toward

the truth

that woke up our sleeping prince.

--“Rachel”