Buddha sits with Dog in light
No word spoken, a furred cheek pressed
Into his thigh, a gentle hand
Stroking happy head.
Buddha sits with God in light
No word spoken, a weathered face pressed
Into the wind, a gentle sun
Soaking happy head.
Buddha sits with self in light
No words spoken, no effort spent at last
Gnawing trouble from the past
Like a ragged bone.
The Buddha's not alone.