[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.

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