I wrote this yesterday as part of my 14-day challenge...not to lose weight, but to write a poem EVERYDAY! :D It's going to be amaaazzzing.
'Twas a fine young day when I set out on the path, Of knowledge and truth, of trying to avoid God's wrath. Sunny day it was, that fateful morn', And I skipped away, thinking I would again be born. But lo! 'Twas not as easy as I thought 'twould be, Those whom I trusted came to brainwash me, They said obey this, not that! Or fall from God's sight! And I slunk away, hoping for another ray of light. But I kept going, looking for my Messiah, And they said look up, not towards Mother Gaia. I waited and waited, for him to speak, To have that personal relationship; his word to make me unique. Sophomorically, I passed the time, And I could feel my brain was going to sublime. But nothing happened, not even a miracle of sorts, And I was left there, looking for supports. So I fell from the graces of his People and Word, And bemusedly thought, so be it! 'Twas rather absurd. And I went on my path once more, In this, my heart I did pour. My wanderings took me to a place far away, To a man that could lead no one astray; His voice was gentle, his smile benign, His robes simple, and his wisdom far greater than mine. I asked a simple thing, only for truth, And he told me, Stop, look around, keep no forsooth. Hurriedly I looked, waiting to discover, He said Sit still, don't fretter. I tried and tried, but I had naught the patience, And he told me to close my eyes and see Earth's transience. 'Twas hard holding still, after so much excitement, But I quieted down and saw, nothing a disappointment. I saw butterflies awaking, Mountains shaking; Snowflakes melting, Oceans bloating. I heard sundrops falling, The forest's calling, Sweet bees a-buzzing, Man's mind a-glazing. I tasted Victory, Fear, Love and Hate, Malice, Compassion, Justice and Her negate. I felt all that I could, everything more, nothing less, And by the end I still knew nothing, this I confess. I asked him Who are you? wanting to know, He told me to again look around and see the show; And I saw he was the trees, and the grasses, the beings and ashes. He was the answer to my ego, to quell my soul's thirst and quiet my mind's clashes. This I saw and with awe I exclaimed. But my Buddha laughed and only looked more placid, He said, Be still once more, 'twill only be more lucid. And to him I said yes, for he had said much and yet so little, And never again from the path was I belittled. | 
