Be glad, I am the Buddha of Hyde Park;
even 'that' is superfluous and unnecessary
given the rules of the language game states
leave aside all extraneous information
and envisioning a Buddha is far from meaningless,
drop away both body and mind, be still in this empty vessel.
I come not to chastise you like a child but to lift you higher
and let your spirit soar, not like poor Icarus,
mythological bird of flight and determination,
tranquil in both body and mind, arise
humble as the ashes of Holocaust victims,
enter the space where time ceases to hold you down.
Buoyancy is an art of awareness, seeing the big picture,
understanding context and perspective
driven by the unfolding of time-maps,
determines our level of patience to let be
all the things that annoy our consciousness
ordinarily swept under the proverbial rug
for someone else to find and deal with such problems.
Humble servant of mind and consciousness allow
your need to acquire more to drop away,
determine to accept others neglect to act with vigilance,
even the tools of compassion were not enough for you to learn how to care for others.
Perhaps I expected too much to show you the path past the stars,
allow me to reveal my mind to you in your state of distress,
to allow you to fluctuate like a Pachinko ball bouncing between steel pins,
kindness has always been our practice within mindfulness.
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