A Vista of Buddha…

Here are two short excerpts from the poem A Vista of Buddha, written by Czech poet Sylva Fischerová and translated by Stuart Friebert.
Buddha’s eyes are closed,
behind them days
like columns or candles
boiled up in a cauldron of the universe,
of all-encompassing love—
only not just a thing,
a man, a flower!

Asia! Orient of Orients, of all sunrises looking for
an exit from the circle of the Rises,
the sun rolling over
the sea of Nippon,
Buddha, Confucius, and the Master of Tao
sit on it,
dangling their legs, waving at me,
brothers, masters!
Thus the old emperors intervened at the right time,
doing ten thousand things.
But I need to do
just one single thing,
right here, right now.