Ode to Suchness

In every cast mold
A perfect Buddha resides
Just as in every poem

A little bit of suchness

Seeps in and makes the

Images spring to life

Who lets the dogs out

You also might say

The me that can’t be

Fully accounted for

But lights up the sky

Anyway at least

Intermittently

Like fireflies

In the night

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Originally I thought I would call this poem an Ode to the Tathagatagarbha - but truly that is a little bit too much of a mouthful, even for me. So instead I've decided to call it an Ode to Suchnesss, another name for the same thing, that being the primordial Buddha nature that resides within all sentient beings, such as it is, a very sweet concept to me.