On Buddha I stood outside the Temple, watching the Buddha and imagined myself becoming a Buddha. Again tonight I will sit upon the zafu and in silence strain to hear the voice of Buddha. I see imperfections, in myself in others, my anger won't abate in the face of Buddha. You are just a man, she tells me, simply human and I must smile for I know so was the Buddha. It is hard to stop asking how to find the way, to just enter every gate, all lead to Buddha. Stop striving, stop grasping, give up all delusions, only then, for a moment, will you be Buddha.
Louis Faber’s work has previously appeared in Alchemy Spoon, Arena Magazine (Australia), Dreich, Atlanta Review, The Poet, Glimpse, Defenestration, Tomorrow and Tomorrow, Rattle, Cold Mountain Review, Pearl, Midstream, European Judaism, The South Carolina Review and Worcester Review, among many others, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.