Birth pangs

The Birth of the Buddha
is writ with painful labor,
bloostained
removal of angst
and opening of the heart chakras..
without the layers
of darkness
covering
the light.

Open the doors
and you will see
the light.

The riddled shining light
that streams
through the doorways
of your life.

The light of medicine and healing
that conceals
beneath,
all your lust and greed for money..
killing patients instead of curing.

The capitalist system
at best
owns your soul..
like the Third Reich, without the slave camps.

You still feed the system
of the Matrix
watching the women come and go
with their trophies
men's libidos
in their hands,
but no more
shall you serve the Reich.
Burn the Reichstag
so you can be
born anew.
Buddha.

Freedom is sweet,
But birth is bitter..
but labor on,
labor on
beneath the layers..
the Light
shines.

Be born
anew.
Buddha.