BUDDHA'S TEARS FALL DOWN AS RAIN

'As rain falls equally on the just and the unjust, do not burden your heart with judgements but rain your kindness equally on all.' - Buddha

 

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NOVEMBER RAIN – GUNS N' ROSES

 

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AUTUMN I by Vivaldi – NIGEL KENNEDY

 

 

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AUTUMN II by Vivaldi – NIGEL KENNEDY

 

NOVEMBER RAIN

 

When November skies cry out their pain

and Buddha's tears fall down as rain

the Autumn leaves fall down again

in burnished gold abandonment

capable of letting go

trees don't discern from friend or foe

but shed and scatter all around

their foliage carpet on the ground

we tread and kick the leaves up high

some catch the wind and reach the sky

others may adhere themselves to limbs

that look so bare as Winter slims

full-bodied landscapes; the art of Masters

water-coloured, oils and faster

splashes, dots like pointillism

paint generously the rainbow's prisms

the multi-coloured hues of Fall

the baring forests stand so tall

and quite prepared to give their all

to perfect bold abandonment

we relish change of seasons such

as this one with it's harvest much

and luscious, full and rosy lips

rose-gold kiss abandonment

poetic justice; fire and musty

apple wood, sweet and smelling ripe

lingers long and leaves us longing

for more to whet our appetite

In Summer most we see is sun

and feel the warmth upon our skin

but Autumn is a visual treat

to gift our eyes before we sleep

oh how I wish to hibernate

come Winter with it's threatening storms

and ice-cold winds that bite and nip

my fingers, toes as different forms

come bustling, breezing through the open

doors and floors are wet with melted

snow and ice; I long for nice

hot cocoa with a few marshmallows

pink and white, that soothe and mellow

warm the cockles of my heart

and smooth the feelings that depart

as Autumn falls and Winter beckons

with icy fingers; Jack Frost reckons

he can paint inside the glass

a pattern etched that will stick fast

and never touch it with your tongue

you'll stick and have to wait for Mum

to softly release you from this task

you set yourself; and you will laugh

at this sweet memory of your past

when your family was still complete

now scattered, lost or just divided

left behind where you resided

why did they have to go away

like Autumn leaves and Summer days

but come the Spring and come the thaw

you may hear knocking at your door

and those that left to travel wide

may smile and hug and step inside

Four Seasons by Vivaldi playing

inside your head and on turntable

round and round; spinning gently

another year; and there are plenty

yet to come now you are winning

plans can be made and find you grinning

the joy of life; the joie de vive

Buddha watches; never leaves

enigmatic smile; all-knowing

buds on trees will soon be showing

renewal; rejuvenate the Earth

a time for living; for what it's worth

and now you know it's worth a lot

a year you thought might bring your end

a borrowed year that saw you mend

a year that taught you; value friends

and live and love and laugh awhile

for peace begins with just one smile

and harmony's gift to Mother Earth

brings treasures full; beyond monetary worth

that only sweet abandonment

as with the trees that teach us much

to love; be loved is all enough

and letting go is not so bad

and will not always leave us sad

for like the trees begin again

so can we live through all our pain

and come the Spring we'll be reborn

and sprouting trees shelter us from harm

like the arms of Buddha and the arms of man

joined together in perfect sweet abandonment

giving thanks for all we have

letting go so there is more

for everyone to go around

we are united; we are found.

 

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