Upon the lotus, a pure delight,
A Buddha sits in tranquil light.
His eyes are closed, his breath is deep,
A cosmic calm, a timeless keep.
The lotus blooms beneath his form,
Through storm and sun, it's ever warm.
Its petals cradle peace divine,
A bridge between the earth and time.
The world around grows faint, remote,
As wisdom flows from every note.
The whispers of the winds recede,
To still the heart, to plant the seed.
The stars above, the earth below,
In his presence softly glow.
The universe aligns, serene,
Where spirit reigns, unseen, supreme.
Oh meditating Buddha fair,
Who knows no pain, who bears no care,
Your lotus throne, so pure, so free,
Becomes the world's eternity.
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