Buddha Was A Long Haul Trucker...
i dreamt...
Buddha was a long haul trucker,
and i met him in a roadside diner...
i asked him:
'where you been? '
'everywhere! '
'where you going? '
'nowhere! .
'well. what you hauling? '
'well...', he smiled.
'i was hauling myself,
but i unloaded that
back down the line...
now i'm hauling nothing! '
i bought him a cup of coffee,
and walked away,
silently shaking my head!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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