Avoiding the Buddha-Killer

Legend has it that a dozen individuals
Maybe several dozen
Walk the earth as living gateways
Through which people can walk from here
To truly here
Apostles, saints, bodhisattvas
Children of the Wandering Jew

Their only desire that keeps them out of
Heaven, Nirvana, the Buddha Lands
Is the desire to hold the door for
Everyone else
And maybe rate the appearance of everyone's
Asses as they walk through

Each one has
Consciously or unconsciously
Adopted a vice to weigh him or her down
Or else she or he would float too high
To be of any use to anyone

All of the work, all of the risk
Avoiding the amusing Buddha-Killer
Using adopted vice for a shield

To show people the truth

To show that trust is never actually earned
Just given when you get fed up with not trusting

To show that there is no fear in death
That people lose consciousness every night
And regain it or not in the morning

And if the world needs another one of you
After you are gone
It will just make one
Even if the one it makes is you
Wearing the same pajamas
Tomorrow morning

To reveal that everyone has the same tools
Which is everything and everybody

To point out that pain and discomfort
Merely show that something needs to be fixed
And therefore can be endured

To show that everyone's job
Is to climb higher
Pushing those in front
And dragging those behind
Where necessary

The only perk being that
They get to compare notes
On amusing gluteal jiggles
When the gates finally close

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