Buddha wears one thousand smiles,
I offer back no less.
For I found the greatest of all secrets,
lurking in myself.
Many years I had stumbled,
blinded by my shadow.
Happiness was my search,
and ego my lowly compass.
I discovered only demons,
and in darkness became truly lost.
But the Buddha always reaches, even to the damned.
Despair is an opportunity bestowed upon the lost,
to find the root of suffering, and surrender it to love.
In to darkness I had staggered, to find his holy light, burning bright as me.
I shared a little laughter, and smile as the Buddha.
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