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Buddhas of Bamiyan, Resurrected as Holograms

When life seems so easy

And soft summer zephyrs blow

Keep an eye upon the future:

Ice, rain and snow.

 

There’s danger:

From within:

Illness, pride and sin

And from without:

Envy, greed, the horned snout.

 

The Buddhas of Bamiyan

Hewn directly from sandstone cliffs

Were destroyed by the Taliban

After nearly 2000 years.

 

What an irony

For the close-minded Mullahs

That their destruction of the Buddhas

Shows us how, once again

We crave permanence

Yet cling to impermanent things.

Which are incapable of satisfying 

And only add to our suffering.

◄ Chiaroscuro

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