Hollow Buddha

How come I cannot find you

if I see your face
it is empty
with invisible eyes…
frowning

I cannot touch you
the streets, the city
is empty

hollow voice crying

where Are the voices
the unity, the fire
and harmony

where is the pain that brings
us together
a circle of vision that
starts the wheels.

To change or kill a world
it needs to be done

Gone to the fire, the abandonment
selfish desires.
a disease that rots in your gut
and you’re helpless
if you are blind and numb

the anger could reawaken those
tired eyes of yours
and bring the song of others
to the circle…
this
circle
that is heavy…
alone

(matthew bowers) ~93©