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Peter Magliocco |
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The Way All through my duty tour I carried a Buddha charm to speak with now & then, when it wasn't chiding me for being stoned, drunk, or not missing-in-action. Carrying justice with a gun it was hard to be a peace-restoring saint, even being human became impossible for every soldier in Nam; yet extraordinary saints once existed in country, blending with rain (in-visibly) into foliage & all living things: call it a law of Buddhism, insect, animal & human creating a pacified pulse for nature's violent wend through jungle- artery, a place where Padmasambhava the 8th Century Buddhist rises from shadowy Tibet to teach ghost soldiers the true path of salvation, while from a field jacket pocket my own Buddha echoes too bad he ain't John Wayne with an M-60 & a special effects halo |