On a moonlit night
Under the starry sky,
He sat under a giant fig.
He has been suffering inside longer.
Truth of life was all that he did seek.
He was born to be a king,
To elude hunger, sadness and poverty.
Yet he sat under a Fig,
Away from all his belongings,
Fighting fearsome battles inside.
He fought the battles for many a days,
Winning over all of his six enemies.
He conquered fears that the demon brought,
He placed his left hand on his lap and
Touched the earth with his right.
The earth witnessed as he defeated his demons.
On the forty ninth night he found the truth.
He set himself free from his desires,
He set himself free from the cycle of rebirth.
He touched sky even though his feet never left the earth.
Desire brings actions we regret.
The purpose of life is to make us perfect.
Until we are perfect, the cycle of endless rebirth repeats.
He broke the spell and set himself free.
The earth witnessed a miracle under the fig tree.