[CONTEST POEM #11]
Gautama sat, and sat, and sat, and sat
Under the broad-leafed boddhi tree to see,
Eyes closed, a revelatory vision that
Could end the suffering of humanity.
Tranquil at last, transcending mortal pain,
He’d found the Way to reach the highest bliss
By learning how from grasping to refrain
Since coveting is how we go amiss.
There is a deeper joy that lies concealed
Within the hearts of human sufferers
That may by meditation be revealed
As something seeming mystical occurs
Far more than previously could be surmised
By which the Ultimate is realized.