Golden Buddah
You are like the sun, golden and bright
you are like the mountains, many different grooves
your voice is humming a calming meditation
your spirit is flowing in the wind like tumble weed blowing in the desert
you are the sweet smell of incense rising in the air
you are so peacefull, soothed and relaxed
your arms bent and fingers up
you are a true leader


UVM Mentor Comment
Hey Taryn,
This past winter, I wrote a big paper about the Buddha, so I was really excited to find your poem! I really like how your incorporate sight, smell, and sound into the poem, so that the image of the Buddha really comes to surround the reader. This "Golden Buddha," which I'm assuming is a statue, comes alive in the poem through your description - I like the tumble-weed image best.
If I were you, I'd try to connect the last line of the poem with the rest - while those of us who have studied the Buddha might understand why the qualities you've listed make him a "true leader," others might have a harder time making the connection. What is it about his presence that inspires respect and loyalty?
Great poem - keep writing!
Suzanne