Becoming Buddha

I have sat,
shadowed in words

blinded
blinded

by the brilliant light
of Sister Radio Sujata
in a hellaceous back beat
blown out of the tundra
earth, ice and air
reverberated in thin thunder
of shimmered heat lightning

delta wet
desert smooth
forest sighed

until I found myself
lost in the jet stream
somewhere over Tusita
and become Buddha Maitreya
again
again

listening intently to
the deepening song
of this darkling plain
uttered in burn
of blossomed sigh
accompanied by
golden temple bells
tolling masses to notice
dharma all have forgotten
in a final karma
of eschatology
when all possible worlds collapse
into eight-fold paper crows
falling to earth
beneath the Bo-tree

and I become
Buddha again