I bow in reverence to you.
You are the Buddha.
Only, that we are mirrors.
The buddha had been there, done that.
Together we will traverse the path.

Only, we will be lead back to ourselves.
His was no ordinary story.
The restless stirrings began in a prince, who wouldn’t be king.
Only, he was meant to rule the world.

He is a modern day icon.
He knows why we tire, pain, hurt and cry.
Only, he never said he is God.

He is faith, he is therapy.
He is religion.
He is psychology.
Only, he is an answer.

Let me be your guide on this pilgrimage.
I think I know what you want.
Only, I know the route.