Poem: Buddha

Secret Garden Stories, Cristina Coral

Buddha was a rich man

And went a walking

Got so tired, he stopped a -talking

Dropped his horse, near the river,

Blocked his mind with mushroom dinner

His trip is now a religion

followed by a-million

and one

day, I'll trip up down and all around

whatever the revvs on the motorway tell me

is what I need to see

Buddha only needed what he thought he did

if you’re a rich man

that wants to break out and bound

from green ribbons

clanking shiny freedom

round and round

circle of 5

was it 7

3?

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