Seeking Buddha

A picture
of million leaves
in my head
with crafted veins
shaded green.
At it's center
upon a mound,
a calm, glowing someone sits.
The imagery and the tone changes
to barks, twigs
bubbles and smoke
in all, at its center
it is that someone I seek.
In all those forms, the formless
stays, smiling slight
at my form through
his besotted sight.
There's a
path that leads
to his foot side
by the mound
now obscured
by false beliefs
and likes, I know.
My knowledge of it
is like the candle
under the Sun
So bright and yet so dark,
I don't know where to begin...