The Buddha

...ahem...I hope you will read it...even if you are not a buddhist...this poem is not meant to talk about my religion...but life more of all...

Hey God, or shall I call you the Buddha,
I don't really know what to call you,
Am I being rude if I just say you?

I pray to you each day in my heart,
Not in a formal prayer, but just a prayer,
Pray that you will help protect everyone that I love.

I pray in my heart, not with my mouth,
And so I'm wondering if you can hear me?
Cause I doesn't like to pray by sound.

My prayers are always the same,
That my friends and family will be well and happy,
Fill their heart with love instead of hate.

They say in Buddhism, it isn't a religion,
Instead it's a teaching, just so we will attain Nibbana,
The highest level which you will obtain eternal happiness.

If it's just a teaching, why do we believe?
Is it because of you, my dear Buddha?
That till now we still continue to reach out.

I used to hear the chanting, I used to chant myself,
Yet now I seldom do that anymore,
Maybe because I'm lazy, or maybe it's just of what I think.

I do believe that with meditation, it gives us the power to do the impossible,
Like looking back into your past life, or even the future,
Or maybe even floating while you are sitting.

Yet what matters more to me,
Is that I am able to help the others,
To be happy and smile, instead of putting a fake one each day.

What should I do Buddha?
Shall I leave them alone, for they are so mean and cold,
Or shall I continue to be their light, so that they will be happy one day.

I doesn't know what to do,
Why am I being sent here for?
Is it just to be an ordinary girl?
Or to make life better for everyone else?