Poems from Hespera Purdin

Beneath the Bodhi Tree the Buddha sits; a faint smile paints his lips. He is alive, yet his body is weak with emaciation; cadaverous from...
Behind the palace walls  stand Siddhartha safe and sound, curious of the world, yet to his title bound.   What lay beyond these walls? He...
She wanted to create herself.   to set block upon block   until the right structure came into being;    to set red block next to yellow...
She looks not ashamed. Her eyes shine with dignity despite her modest position, and follow you where ever your position may be. Not a...
As I travel through the seas, and the valleys, and the mountains, and the rivers, and the trees of the Earth, I Search, I search to no...

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