There’s a Buddha
on my mantle
that teaches me
how to be patient
with myself.

On the days
that I forget
he prays for me.

Unyielding devotion.

On the days
when my view
gets very narrow
and constricted
by fear
I rest my gaze
on him
and I am reminded
of love
of truth
and the unchanging
quiet and expansive
nature of existence.

We have a
very long history
this Buddha and I.

© Candace Kirby

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