Buddha needs only health food and
the barest of home furnishings, like,

perhaps, a home.  The Riverside
Shakespeare would be superfluous but handy

to sit on for breathing practice, for meditating on
William calling rehearsal somewhere

for another Midsummer Night's Dream, saying,
"Buddha, I'm sorry I can't use you

--unless of course you might consider the role of
the ass" turning away with a queenly laugh.

Suffering is breath to Buddha.
Suffering is a health food snack.

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