Dukkha—the ache, life’s universal plea,
Cause, cessation—the Buddha’s decree.
Eightfold Path aroadmap for the soul,
Truths unveiled, the path toward the whole.
Not extremes, but balance he sought,
Buddha’s footsteps—the Middle Way taught.
Neither hedonist nor ascetic’s strife,
Wisdom’s fulcrum—the heart’s true life.
No soul, no anchor—ego’s illusion fades,
Anatta whispers: no permanent shades.
Five aggregates dance—a cosmic play,
No fixed “I”—just impermanence’s sway.
Buddha’s eyes, deep pools of empathy,
Saw suffering—the world’s shared symphony.
For all beings, his heart expanded wide,
Compassion’s flame—the Middle Way’s guide.
