The Logarithmic Twirls on the Buddha’s Scalp and on the Center of His Belly are Mystically Everywhere

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The Buddha’s belly button and his hair,

Hair, hair are chocolate kisses made to tease

Enlightenment by Hershey twirls to snare

Satori on your tongue.  Religions freeze

False wisdom into stone or bronze — and we

Their puppet humans move with them, their strings

Manipulating us.  It seems, not free,

We find ourselves pulled all along by wings

Of non-existent angels and don’t note

That everywhere the twirl and curl are found

Across the cosmos.  We don’t need the boat

Of Buddha.  What we need is all around.

  The grace of truth is in the seas and skies.

     Our sciences can open wondering eyes.

©  Phillip Whidden  [according to AI the image immediately below is of me, the sonneteer, as the Buddha]

[I tried a third AI image generater.  It repeatedly rejected prompt to use the pic (at the bottom of this stack of images) of me at a wedding.  This generater kept insisting that it was too sexy and provocative.  I repeatedly changed the prompt  for the image of Buddha by insisting that the generater make white boy’s image unsexy, non-provocative and innocent.  Finally the generator produced the image below.  I conclude that I never knew how sexy I am in that photo.]

[Here is the actual image of me as provided to AI.  Judge for yourself.]

I am tempted to conclude that various AIs hate humans and will be glad to kill us, especially the sexually attractive ones.  Yes?