My Buddha Poem by Natasa To

My Buddha
Thy soul shall find itself happily
‘Mid happy thoughts of the blue sky;
Not one, of the entire crowd, to fly
Into tine hour of sky.
Be quiet in that solitude,
Which is loneliness—for him?
The spirits of the poet, who stood
In life before Buddha, are again
In live around thee, and their love
Shall overshadow thee; be love.
The night, though clear, shall love,
And the stars shall bright
From their high thrones in the Heaven Gate
With light like hope to fairy tale,
But their red tulips with bright love,
To thy love shall think
As a burning and a love
Which would cling to Buddha forever?
Now are thoughts thou salt spread all over world,
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze, the breath of Buddha, is bright like the blue sky,
And the stars upon the mountaintop
Tulip, sky, stars yet unbroken,
Is a symbol of love?
How it blew upon the evergreen trees,
A love of Buddha forever in mine!