siddhartha's tears 
one who achieved his goals;  
it was not for  him that he cried
quietly, this  Buddha to be;
but for all other sentient beings;
tears they cried flowing from one life to another;
an ocean not enough to hold those;
journey of samsara;

the prince overwhelmed  by a swarm of feelings...
how shall i paint those...
the shock, the dismay, the frustration;
meaninglessness of life as ordinarily lived;
a humbling sense, of our own smugness;
the insensibility of bowing down to our ignorance; 
    gleefully carrying on, false sense of happiness;
it did not make sense at all;
nightmares of samsaric travels;
   facing wars within and without ourselves;
inevitable unfairness....of the journey;
horror stories  of aging, train wrecks; 
ensuing  sickness....
why does no one wake up....
blindfolded  we move on with glee;
do the blind wonder where they are headed to;
repeating history....a helplessness overtook
this  buddha to be

Arose in him an urgency...to find a way out;
the path that had lain covered in a wilderness;
from ancient times...
   an eightfold path of pure goodness...
where envy, cruelty, confusion 
           had no place
revealed he this path.....
it makes sense to tread the one he found with such difficulty;
after five years of his own nightmares;
forced starvation...a skeleton of a prince 
by river Neranjara
emaciated, ill-looking near to death,
it tears me up....






shantha hulme
#urgency