read in a book,
was told by few,
never witnessed by myself,
that buddha once flew.

would earth bare witness?
does mind do business?
its capable of perception,
may fall to deception.

skin touched the earth,
the earth came alive,
bore witness to form,
it wished to survive.

is this earth’s nature?
to exist in labour?
this is it’s deception,
no survival of perception.

crushed under the affluence,
disappeared from our significance,
maybe now fearing semblance,
earth dies in ignorance.

where does life go?
will it ever glow?
perception may be deception,
deception is never perception.

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