Sleeping Buddha lies buried under the sand of crumbling civilizations pink sandstone with emerald eyes 50...100 feet tall his face the contour of the hills and the lines of his feet etched in rocks sleeping through the rise and fall of dynasties the pinnacles of art and science harvest and abundance drought and famine corruption and the resurgence of superstition his heart the heartbeat of the earth his breath the wind moaning through wadis in a parched land through warm rays of the sun and the cold breeze of death
We search under rocks and in caves in far away lands on treks into the mountains and jungle everywhere but in silence the silence of the soul
The Buddha is awake, even when sleeping but WE are dreaming We dream of power and glory misery and sorrow everything in between we dream, and have dreams within dreams
And when the faint sound of bamboo flute in the forest grows until it fills the temples, palaces, prisons to the far ends of the earth then six billion people - every man woman and child every sentient being on earth will awaken with him when one awakens all awaken and Sleeping Buddha is everywhere you look:
Green Buddha - covered with moss and surrounded by giant tree roots glistening in the rain Snow Buddha - half frozen shadows and white in the pale moonlight Water Buddha - coming alive among koi in ripples of the pond Fire Buddha - flickering in the flame of 108 candles Mountain Buddha - in the Khumbu icefall of Chomolungma third eye jewel reflecting the lanterns of monks who walk in the night as the wind howls
When we awaken we find him in the song of birds the roots of trees in the clouds overhead in the ethers in matter and in emptiness and in the radiant flower that blooms in the heart - Paresh
IN SEARCH OF THE SLEEPING BUDDHA
Posted - Feb 11 2009 : 09:54:18 AM
