The Bodhi tree,
Mara and me
sat around one day.

Mara handed me the dice,
I rolled them,
the tree witnessed.

What came of this game?
Nirvana, Samsara, Eternity.
The usual.

Mara started to laugh,
I started to doubt,
the tree was silent.

I started to formulate
arguments against Mara
but then I remembered
the tree.

I sat up straight again
and became still.
Three became one.
Perfection.

Poem "The Bodhi tree, Mara and me" © 2003 by Woman Monk
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