Thursday, January 6, 2011
Year after year, the stone Buddha sits on his stump halfway up the hillside. He watches the raccoons and the skunks, the opossum with half a tail, the family of black-tailed deer, the finches and the chickadees, the towhees and the jays, the lizards and spiders, cats and humans. Some live and some die, some eat and others are eaten. Through it all, the Buddha is impartial. A shower of eucalyptus bark falls on his head. A line of ants marches across his lap. A feral cat sharpens her claws on the stump. The Buddha is patient, constant. Everything changes but this one thing.
Posted by Tai at 1:35 PM