Shattered Hopes in Buddha’s Light 🕯️

Where ancient monks in silence roam,

Lies a tale of dreams left prone,

When hearts too high in hope were flown.

With eager eyes, and spirits high,

We yearn for stars in the boundless sky,

Yet oft, we find, with mournful sigh,

Our dreams fall short, and hopes defy.

Lord Buddha's words, in wisdom's tone,

Speak of desires, and hearts alone,

"Cling not to yearnings, wild and prone,

For such a path, to grief, is sown."

"Seek not in shadows, gold and gem,

Nor weave in dreams, a diadem,

For in such whims, disappointment's hem,

Is stitched with sorrow's requiem."

In longing's grasp, we falter still,

Our hearts to bitter aching spill,

For dreams unmet, against our will,

Leave hollow echoes, cold and shrill.

Yet in this plight, a lesson lies,

From Buddha's light, we hear the cries,

"Release thy heart from lofty ties,

And find true peace, 'neath tranquil skies."

For in the letting go, we find,

A solace deep, a peace of mind,

In Buddha's grace, our hearts aligned,

No longer by false hope confined.

So let not dreams thy joy o'erthrow,

Nor disappointment's shadow grow,

In Buddha's light, let peace bestow,

And gentle streams of wisdom flow.