In Rājagaha the Well-Farer lectured
On wisdom, concentration, morality…
The monks listened, devoutly, calmly,
To the message replete with
practicality.
On to Ambaliṭṭikā they journeyed,
To Nālandā and Pāṭaligāma as well.
The Buddha continued to spread the
Dhamma--
Or teachings--at which he was known to
excel.
After passing over the Ganges,
To Koṭigāma they made their way.
The Buddha repeated the Four Noble
Truths
That still guide many people today.
At Nādikā the Teacher referred to the Mirror
Of Dhamma and said to always begin
By looking first at yourself to
discover
The truth that lies deep within.
On to Vesālī the ascetics wandered.
Where their Master continued to share
The power and value of mindful living--
The importance of being clearly aware.
During the rains the Awakened One rested
In Beluva, where he postponed his trek.
While staying there he grew ill, but he
knew
It was NOT his time, so he kept it in
check.
"Live as islands," he said to
Ānanda,
"With truth as a refuge. And grasp
not, for I
Have always told you that all things
dear to us--
Whatever is born--eventually will
die."
After the rains, the group traveled
To the Great Forest--to the Gabled
Hall,
And the Buddha repeated the Eightfold
Path--
A message of wisdom pertaining to all.
Bhoganagara was their next stop,
And then to Pāvā the wayfarers did go.
Their host, Cunda, served "pig's
delight."
The Buddha grew ill. Why? We don't
know.
Despite his illness, the Buddha
continued
To Kusinārā and lay down to rest.
Music sounded and flowers fell
From the sky to honor the
One-Who-Is-Blessed.
"The Dhamma will now be your
teacher.
Strive on untiringly. My time has
passed."
After entering deep concentration
The Great One died. Those words were his
last.
Thunder sounded and the ground shook--
As it does when any great teacher
"goes to sleep."
The Buddha is Dhamma; the Dhamma is the
Buddha.
Because of that there's no reason to
weep.
The compassionate Buddha's Teachings have
spread
For over two thousand five hundred
years.
His Message of living in wisdom and
compassion
And loving mindfulness perseveres.
(4-18-15) By Bob B
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