He sits in peaceful meditation
something I have a hard time doing
He wears glittery beads
from a parade
and two candles in purple vases
flicker in front of him day or night
The Buddha's pearls belong to a mother
now gone who left
behind a daughter
who does not know
the Buddha but
tries to live like the Buddha
wearing pearls and seeking
peace in the soft shimmer of a
strand of beads each one like
a mark of time
at rest and yet alive
at once.
@Austin, TX July 2009
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