[UnbornBuddha]

Look in my palm,
see the typhoon from afar.
Gloom is a clause
That blooms when it's thought.
The fruit of my heart
Is planted in the womb of the Gods.
The moon gives me calm
when I'm spooked from the dark.
The black soot in the stars
makes the universe parch.
Soothsayers predict doom through cards
If only they knew how wounded they are!
Pain exudes, when you are love starved.
Purge the illness, decoct rhubarb bark.
Ingest it, until your able to spew up blood
Black in color. A symbol of the plaque you harbored.
Rest now, know that you'll recover.