An Honest Request
by Sain Sucha
Dear Buddha Ji:
How is it over there?
Are you still enjoying your Nirvana –
The state of everlasting bliss
No pain, no worry, no more to desire for?
And how about your other renowned friends –
The chosen one
The only son
The one who plays on the flute
The receiver of the final Book?
Do you all go around in the heavens
Marvelling at the plentiful bounties
Verdant gardens, rivers of milk and honey
Attendant damsels and obedient servants
No hunger, no thirst, no fatigue – so stress free?
Do you sometimes look back at your old homes?
Where, because of some of those who claim
to be your most devoted followers, suffering abounds –
Dead bodies here, bleeding soldiers there
Orphaned children here, forsaken elders there
No nourishment for the stomach or the mind
It appears as if for them there is
no hope, no mercy, no tomorrow!
Does your stomach holds on such occasions
Do you breathe normally, and your heart keeps its beat
You hold each other’s hand and feel sublime?
Do you at times feel nauseated and throw up where you stand
Foul sweat breaks out of your pores and your legs tremble
And then you look at each other and wonder:
Is that what we have reaped from what we had sown?
Dear Buddha Ji,
Once you saw a sick man and then a dead one
It bothered you so much you abandoned your palace
You toiled for decades, and found what you looked for
And then you reached your Nirvana
How about a reincarnation for all of you
A sort of holy delegation of the enlightened ones
Visiting our little earth to restore peace and tranquillity
To make them practically applicable which were once your dreams?
Bring some divine protection with you on your way here
Lest you get executed by your own ardent disciples
Take advice from Jesus, he knows all about it!
Looking forward to meeting you
And thanking you in anticipation
Your long abandoned friend