Siddhartha's Way

I did not want you before I had the chance to meet you.

And so, I loved you ever since. 
So much so, I no longer recall the one I was before then.
On what quest did he relinquish such unforeseen dream? 
To what realm? 
To be better each passing day, so I could be by your side for longer,
Is all I wanted.

It is said that Siddhartha
Wouldn't have become the Buddha,
Had The Annointed One
Chosen to hold his newborn
And be a father.
Instead, Siddhartha chose the path
That led him to 
The greatest spiritual journey ever.

I, too, chose a path that day.
And it led me 
To what was no longer my path.

That life is sacrifice.
And that enlightenment is always 
At hand,
If only 
One is brave enough to embrace it.

I held you in my arms,
Little 
One.

A few days later you smiled 
And it was as if suddenly 
A divine grace fell upon 
That tiny apartment.
From across the centuries. 
It was as if Buddha were smiling back. 

That life's suffering 
perhaps was Siddhartha's way
Of dealing with the past.

Life, too, is joy 
I learned that day.






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