OLD Buddha
in your flaming robes,
sit.
Sit until the color disappears,
and a shadow
remains.
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OLD Buddha
in your flaming robes,
sit.
Sit until the color disappears,
and a shadow
remains.
***
bluebrightly 
Beautifully photographed and written ~ just like a good Buddha should, sit until the color disappears and only the shadow remains. Brilliant. 🙂
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Not that there’s anything wrong with color! It just seemed to make sense. Thanks a lot!
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Love the first treatment. All are lovely though, as is your prose.
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Thank, you Jann!
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your words remind me of wabi-sabi 🙂
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🙂 (-:
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Superb photographs and lovely words as always Lynn! 🙂
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Ah, how peaceful. I love the Buddha. I have an old concrete one in my garden. He’s been sitting there for many years. I’ve grown attached to him in some inexplicable way. I feel peaceful when I see him. I like the poem very much too. A wonderful post, Lynn!
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Thank you! I have a small concrete one too, and I love to see them outside after a lot of weathering. It’s always sweet when birds perch on their heads or knees. Visiting a Zen monastery in CA many years ago, my 2 yr old son spontaneously went up to a garden Buddha and kissed it. You and he would agree on the good vibes, as do I of course.
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thank you for your elaborated comment on my too short article about SLOWDOWN strategies!
http://flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2014/09/10/the-discovery-of-slowness/
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A beautiful passage through time Lyn!
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