Song of the Buddha
And the musing infant

Music in the trees
And the bistros

Is there greater, truer, a more sacred?

Hum of a mosquito
And a galaxy

Curved mountain
And bathed foot

Shouts of the prophet
And the offended child

Is there more or less in the soul?

Jewels in the beehive
And the dappling water

Rustling grass on a hillside
And the dead pulled through snow

Countenances of the Goddess
And the maiden

Is there one person or thing not included?

Photo by Helen Buttfield

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