Statue Of The Seated Buddha

In Vienna,
In the Mak Museum,
In the basement,
In the central
Oriental Collections room
I found him. Golden, serene,
Long fingered hands resting upon his lap;
Eyes, huge, reflecting the Cosmos;
Eyes, focused on infinity.
Oh, his eyes!
The shining Buddha was a portal
To infinite consciousness.

I asked, “What do you see?
How does this world of ours look
From here in the basement,
From your eyes,
From your perspective,
From your enlightenment?”

He drew me in,
Absorbed me, unresisting.
I gazed entranced
Out of his eyes,
Out, from his consciousness
Out, to infinity.
I laughed, wept
And I gasped
With the beauty of it all,
With the pain of it all.
Not a shape was there,
Nothing differentiated.
All was one.
All was golden, all serene,
One vast pool of wisdom.

I whispered, “Is this truly
How it is?”

Statue Of The Seated Buddha

Ingrid Collins

London, United Kingdom

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Artist's Description

Statues of the Buddha have a fascinatingly serene presence generally. This one in the Mak in Vienna has a powerfully hypnotic quality. I had just been learning the skill of telepathy so that I can now communicate with animals, and I used the same technique with the soul of the statue. What I saw was overpowering and a not a little frightening. I felt I had touched eternity for a split second, but I hastily withdrew and took a few minutes to regain my balance. It was however awesome in the true meaning, not the hackneyed cliché, use of the word.

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