There never was a beginning.
There never is an end.
All you’ve ever done,
All there’s to do,
is walk around the circle;
over and over
and over, again…
until you’re done.

You don’t need
to stop,
or start again.
You just need,
to realise
what you’re doing
and decide,
if you want
to keep doing it,
or no longer.

There’s no grand felicitation,
for stopping.
There’s no shame either,
in not.
There’s nothing,
to get.
There’s nothing,
to not.

Everything is
what it is.
Leave it be.
The centre
of this circle
is within.
Yet you encircle
all, without.

© Jay Kaushal

11 thoughts on “The way of the Buddha

    1. I am glad you felt refreshed. These aren’t my original thoughts, only the words. The poem illustrates the fundamental philosophy of Mahayana Buddhism. You see, the circle is the cycle of death and rebirth treading which the layman becomes a Bodhisattva and the Bodhisattva, eventually becomes the Buddha. 🙂


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