Poem: “A Buddha in the Woodpile”

By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

If there had been only

one Buddhist in the woodpile

In Waco Texas

to teach us how to sit still

one saffron Buddhist in the back rooms

just one Tibetan lama

just one Taoist

just one Zen

just one Thomas Merton Trappist

just one saint in the wilderness

of Waco USA

If there had been only one

calm little Gandhi

in a white sheet or suit

one not-so-silent partner

who at the last moment shouted Wait

If there had been just one

majority of one

in the lotus position

in the inner sanctum

who bowed his shaved head to the

Chief of All Police

and raised his hands in a mudra

and chanted the Great Paramita Sutra

the Diamond Sutra

the Lotus Sutra

If there had somehow been

just one Gandhian spinner

with Brian Willson at the gates of the White House

at the Gates of Eden

then it wouldn’t have been

Vietnam once again

and its “One two three four

What’re we waitin’ for?”

If one single ray of the light

of the Dalai Lama

when he visited this land

had penetrated somehow

the Land of the Brave

where the lion never

lies down with the lamb –

But not a glimmer got through

The Security screened it out

screened out the Buddha

and his not-so-crazy wisdom

If only in the land of Sam Houston

if only in the land of the Alamo

if only in Wacoland USA

if only in Reno

if only on CNN CBS NBC

one had comprehended

one single syllable

of the Gautama Buddha

of the young Siddhartha

one single whisper of

Gandhi’s spinning wheel

one lost syllable

of Martin Luther King

or of the Early Christians

or of Mother Teresa

or Thoreau or Whitman or Allen Ginsberg

or of the millions in America tuned to them

If the inner ears of the inner sanctums

had only been half open

to any vibrations except

those of the national security state

and had only been attuned

to the sound of one hand clapping

and not one hand punching

Then that sick cult and its children

might still be breathing

the free American air

of the First Amendment

“A Buddha in the Woodpile” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, from These Are My Rivers: New and Selected Poems 1955-1993. Copyright © 1993 by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corp.