I met Buddha in metaverse

Floating through Altspace

His radiating Immersive Avatar

Pixel smiles exchanged between us

Across the virtual bar.

Small talk is tough in any realm.

‘weird without legs, isn’t it ?’

I ask, overwhelmed.

Bemused, he replies

‘Just like before.

Who uses feet to travel?

No great mystery that

Mind can’t unravel.’

I wonder if he is selling an app

To preach Guided Meditation.

Why not?

Man wants to be seen

And heard

And acknowledged.

Fantasies of better self

Is an age-old quest of being.

Why else have we built

This abomination

To endlessly search


To our frailties and compulsions.

Our real moral lives still,

lie in our embodied soul.

In the flesh and bone

with what we are left

when we take off our headsets.

I met Buddha in a Metaverse