Eric Cockrell


A Buddha, Or... - Poem by Eric Cockrell

a buddha...
or just another homeless man,
standing on the corner
of the street going nowhere.
what do we hold in our hands
that will remain?
even daylight is swallowed by night,
and night disappears into the dawn.
and love in the end
is merely a moment given,
a grain of sand
on a deserted beach.
the trees shed their leaves
for the winter cleansing,
and so we lay our bodies
down into the earth's embrace!
o to be ocean,
filling the great chasms of history.
o to be mountain,
and bridge the earth to the sky.
o to be wind,
to come and go without restraint.
o to be fire,
to consume, and yet to give warmth!

and o to know,
that we are each and all,
that we are none and nothing.
both the falling star,
and the blackened sky...
and yes a grain of sand
beneath the traveller's feet,
the home that cannot be taken,
but is freely given!
and hands that have no need to hold!


Comments about A Buddha, Or... by Eric Cockrell

  • Gold Star - 7,614 Points Savita Tyagi (7/23/2012 10:11:00 PM)

    A wonderful write. Enjoyed reading it. Home is where peace is and many of lost it. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Jan Freundschuh (3/28/2012 11:58:00 AM)

    when we ran with the glory of wildness, before we became a civilized mess! Just wanted to say that I liked the way you expressed this, in a review of my poem. About this poem, I really enjoyed this, especially these lines:
    the trees shed their leaves
    for the winter cleansing,
    and so we lay our bodies
    down into the earth's embrace!
    o to be ocean,
    filling the great chasms of history.
    o to be mountain,
    and bridge the earth to the sky.
    o to be wind,
    to come and go without restraint.

    Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 15 Points Tsira Gogeshvili (3/4/2012 11:43:00 PM)

    Wonderfully ........10.....
    If I no burn down, if you'll not burn down, who'll light darkness :)
    Ts. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,604 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (3/4/2012 9:21:00 PM)

    the home that cannot be taken,
    but is freely given!

    but the man has become a homeless! ! How?

    Nice poem. Interesting to read and the truth can not be denied.. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,125 Points Elena Sandu (3/4/2012 5:35:00 PM)

    Yes, great write, it taught me that I shall never pity a homeless man, but admire the freedom he acquired. (somehow I feel I always knew..) He could be anything, under the wise simple feature of the small and cute grain of sand. Thank you for this wonderful poem! (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,913 Points Dave Walker (3/4/2012 5:30:00 PM)

    A really wonderful poem, a great write. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 12 Points Martin O'Neill (3/4/2012 5:07:00 PM)

    This is one of those thoughts that whistle through what passes for my mind at times. Are we just stardust on the winds of time? I have deep problems with religion as an answer having been fed Catholicism as a child (but I am alright now, I feel. Guilt Free!) but as an agnostic I still look outwards....
    I enjoyed this. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 4, 2012



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