Buddha

Patrick Reginald Chalmers

1872 to 1942

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The Wheel turneth just 
As it must, as it must, 
But there's nothing that matters, no, nothing at all. 
Where apples and empires may ripen or fall, 
The little jade Buddha (on us be his balm!) — 
And he sits on his stand 
There is nothing that matters, no, nothing at all. 
And he smiles and he smiles in an infinite peace; 
So he sits in an ageless, ineffable calm 
He's soapy and bland, 
For he's old, and he knows that, whatever befall, 
The little jade Buddha (his favours increase!) —