My pure graceful soul has burnt to ashes

[enduringwinter]

I knew Buddha all along. What I did not realise was I am just a vermin in the pot.

I knew Mara all along. I knew the spider's thread all along. I knew the war of bugs all along. All along I knew when Buddhas walk they step on little lives scattered at their feet.

I am so sick of being a vermin.