Another poem from class

This one doesn't have a title yet.  Cause I just wrote it thirty minutes ago.  But it's a sestina, cause I enjoy writing those.  Anyway, here you go.

They say the way to creativity

is through questions

and the quick play

of the mind - innovation

in search of truth -

as the Buddha

did, and was.  He, the Buddha,

was vastly creative

but claimed an universal and cyclical truth

in order to push away the questions

of the religious types who reacted negatively to innovation

and "play".

This play-

fullness and the desire for the new that Buddha

had is in other innovators

in their creative

pursuits, as they question

this world in search of the truth.

But what is this truth

that comes through play?

Or in the question

of the Buddha?

Or in the creativity

of the innovator?

The innovator

uses the truth

he knows to create,

build upon the work of others and to play

with it - the truth, I mean - like Buddha

as he questioned

his life.  But what is the question

of the innovator,

of Buddha?

Perhaps, what is true and what is truth?

This is what a playful

person is seeking in the act of creation.

Buddha knew it when he was questioned

by those who opposed his creativity and innovation,

those who would see the truth divorced from play.