Buddha Master

Buddha Master sat on the cliff,
letting the power of the
mountains, glaciers, the bouncing cold winds,
power him up.

He held the power,
the chakra, the ki,
explosive holy energies,
he held them.

Deep down in his core,
his auro sizzled white-hot,
it grew,
and grew.

Buddha Master sat still,
not a muscle twitched,
his heart slowed down,
and he grew ....

Outwards,
like a stomach after a feast,
slowly, imperceptibley,
he bloated.

Cheeks,
holy thin no longer,
the holy energy of the himalayas
smashed against his focus,
holy chakras,
expanded,
no where to go ...

he exploded,
wet slaps of burst meat,
hit the holy himalayan mountainside,
Buddha Master was exploded.