The Buddha's Bowl of Rice
the snack I miss most
There once was a prince named
Siddhartha
who, much like his people,
felt ill content of life
and so took it upon himself,
a sacred duty,
left his love and home
to find a better way;
traversing his lands
many a year
walking along riverbends,
up snowy mountains,
through dusty plains
hidden valleys and
dark remote forests alike;
finding no contentment
for his people's spiritual plight.
He sat with numerous masters,
discussed in detail
those subjects in philosophy
most found difficulty debating;
yet still, no enlightenment
would be attained.
Disappointed
with his lack of knowledge
to destroy the emotional beasts
playing within the mind,
he sat beneath a bodhi tree
meditating for days on end,
til a bowl of rice given to him,
offered a glimpse of the unseen realm;
it's simplicity
a reminder
of his childhood content;
ways and plays,
days full of happiness
with no suffering or distress.
Enlightenment switched on
like the sun's lighted rays
streaming
though dark heavy clouds
on a rainy day.
A buddha was born into the world;
and this sometimes salty
sometimes sweet
simple bowl of rice,
prepared by a mother's hand,
became an immortal meal;
food for a prince destined to be
a celestial being.
Ohhh....how I have missed it so,
this delightful snack,
would that I could eat it again
and also see this light.
About the Creator
Rajkumarie Devi
Observing the world through different eyes and a different mindset.
Walking the path of enlightenment.
Love poetry, science fiction/fantasy and spirituality.
Comments (1)
I love the way you told this story and connected it with something you miss. Well done!