Vision as Daybreak
Like white cloud samples brought right down to earth
By Buddha as a guide to finding death
Inside his blank Nirvana, they bring birth
To sacred thoughts, these insights. They bring breath
To bodhi. When they come, they come like dawn,
Where gods have lived, forever. Gold refined
And lasting through this open door, the lawn
Of heavens sages’ thoughts have not defined
Glows always like a stretched out sheet of foil,
As gilding on the halo of a saint
In left behind beliefs, or like a coil
Of gold that turns to meet itself. They faint,
These faiths, that holiest satori leaves
Behind. The dawn brings knowledge mind perceives.
~ Phillip Whidden