the buddha of snowflakes
train galloping through the night
I had a dream
of sitting Shiva-style beside
an ocean of wisdom
—some Hawaiian resort
I heard people's voices from
somewhere
and margaritas
a sliver of white moon
was piercing the heart of the hunter
it was then I realized
that all of the Buddha's words
come down to three golden rules
light and perfect
as snowflakes in the air:
help others;
harm no one;
free your mind.
three lines
containing all the knowledge of the world
—when I woke up
the train had passed.
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