dr_con Posted July 23, 2019 Share Posted July 23, 2019 My Buddha Drinks Whiskey My Buddha was never a God only a human who drank whiskey to excess and neverever had a stable relationship He couldn’t practice what he preached and always stared past his navel to his clay covered boots thinking the deep thoughts left when smoking unfiltered cigarettes He’s a part time hustler full time trickster with a brutal compassion for his fellow Bodhisattvas saying softspoken and slow ‘That’s what you get’ The dharma of trusting a Stranger lost fantastiques are filled with warnings Big and sometimes Small These regrets lead to pearls of great value and some to nothing Nothing at all Which to a God Is worth even more than anything Anything at all My Buddha blows smoke In your face makes it hard real hard to get close he’s been known to throw shoes when losing at pool and mess with his words so their forms lose their meanings Off putting And jagged when losing at love But when you put your Head Near his basket and look really Look at the empty small bottles the half burnt incense Cigarettes browned by booze a few pieces of gum for when he doesn’t feel like smoking an 8 ball (not magic) assortments of coins some local some placeholders for tales of travels And ask sincerely Why you gotta be that way? He’ll let you know in his sure Way ‘ Well I never was a God just human Like the original Sam just reminding like an unexpected delay if it’s good enough for the Gods it's gotta be good enough for You.’ Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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