It will not be obvious
from the confines of office cubicle
or the time-bound, ghost-filled inner fortress
fashioned from the bones of wounding
but out there beyond the tree line
where the two worlds meet
the same spirits of renewal the second and third Buddha turned to
for resolve, buoyancy, and healing
await you too.
Within the embrace of that realm,
and it is nothing short of an embrace,
you will find the First Sangha.
Within the grace of that realm,
and it is nothing short of grace,
you will find the Dharma that predates the Dharma.
Within the soul-unburdening of that realm,
and it is nothing short of soul-unburdening,
you will feel the watchful gaze of Standing Buddhas.
They apply no filter to you.
They see you for the real you that you are, accurately.
They embrace you for all that you were
and will be...
...so that you can too.
(c) 2018 / Pure Land Poetry / Frank LaRue Owen / purelandpoetry.com