Although not intended for indoors, it nevertheless sits well in its corner and the Buddha’s uncritical eye takes in our everyday routines as we read, drink wine, laugh and converse.
I have no particular engagement with Buddhism but my wife, Jane, has gained much over the years from her application of Buddhist disciplines.
While I am far too restless to sit and meditate, there have been occasions when I have fallen into a dreamlike state whilst contemplating that strange stone face.
Perhaps I should drink a little less wine.
The Buddha’s head stares coldly back,
face impassive, almond-eyed.
That gaze, in which whole worlds reside,
deciphers and detects a lack
of something in me, some lost light
that once burned fiercely then expired.
I bow, return his stare, though tired,
feel strength return, fire reignite.