The awakening...

By the Ganges play spotted deer
so full of life without any fear
where clad in orange He sleeps
with knowing smile on those lips
as divine chants on horizon rise
mellow rays kiss the gentle eyes
wise leaves of the bodhi sway
while squirrels at his feet pray
amidst the tempest he is calm
with secret of life in his palm
nothing exists but truth alone
each chooses path of his own
In His teachings I find the light
and courage to do what is right