poems to buddha

 
My feelings and yours, captured in a frame,
one by one leaving me in shame.
This unconsolidated mood that signals unpleasant thoughts
ls nothing but a stench in a meaning that was lost.
Perplexing ideals, morality codes, they don't strike attention to the Samara soul.
Its only what you know in this moment that's true
a simple gesture, a compassionate stare, that gives balance to you.