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The Good King Aravinda

 

…one day beheld

floating in the sky

a cloud

that looked

 

like a majestic

            slowly moving

                                      temple.

 

Watching with rapt attention, he became  

inspired. I shall, he thought,

construct a place of worship

in just that form.

 

So he sent in haste

for brushes and paints

with which to set it down.

But when he looked again,

 

the form had already changed.

Is the world, he mused, but a series of

such passing states?  Should I call anything my own?

 

So he departed from the kingdom,

to become

an aimless mendicant,

 

wandering

                 from place to place

                                          in the wilderness.