the buddha in my house

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The Buddha in my house knows comfort
wears a pink robe and slippers
no sack cloth and sandals for her.

The Buddha in my house is musical
you might hear her sing “Maria”  
or “Porgy I'm Your Woman Now.”  

The Buddha in my house knows patience
unless I forget to feed the birds
or put the garbage out.  

The Buddha in my house is virtuous
hands held out to the haunted and lost
her mantra, “the same daylight lives in us all.”

The Buddha in my house knows
generosity, how the cup
receives the tea without complaint.

The Buddha in my house is wise
she doesn't look to satisfy every desire
she knows what we seek is in our hands.

The Buddha in my house is forgetful
leaves her tea cup on the counter
last year's Christmas lights on the ground.

The Buddha in my house is fierce in love-
over and over she willingly enters
the dragon's cave for me.