How can you have peace
When another who sleeps
By your side
Is haunted by their own fears
And projects them onto you?
The universe is perfect
And can even use
Such fears
To its advantage…
While the Buddha
Must sleep in the cold
Of night
And the darkness of a fear
Not of her own making.
How is it a comfort
To no longer sleep
At the side of your lover
Only mere footsteps
Away?
Trust that the
Higher self of you
And he who fears
Has plans for peace
The universe whispers.
Easy for the universe
To say
When it doesn't have
To sleep on the
Couch tonight,
The Buddha thinks.
Then a wash of humanity
Comes of people
Who have no homes
Or couches
Or loved ones
A tidal wave of souls
Crashes against
Her tiny soul
For those who have
So much less
Than her worst
Lack of comfort
Can dream of
That the pittance
Of her complaint
Comes into focus
The true perspective
Of the universe
And where on the scale
Of humanity
Such a cry
Lays…
The Buddha lays
Peacefully down,
Knowing she is loved,
And cared for,
And the fears
Of one man
Can only stand
In the light of love
For so long.