Walking the ruins
   of some old Buddhist
   university,

I entered a chamber,
    and found myself
    confronting a Buddha,
    its head obscured by 
    a bolt of sunlight.

I thought it might be like
    one of those Angkor Wat
    crop tops from when Pol Pot
    had the heads chopped off 
    all the Buddhas to make 
    some quick cash.

But the head was intact, 
    just blotted out by blinding light,
    and I blinked my way into sight
    of that serene face.