Buddha watches
and waits.
if I am peaceful
and lush as a lotus flower,
Buddha and I will meet,
sit in sunlight beneath dancing leaves,
and drink tea.
We will become
the grass,
the passing yellow of the drifting moth,
and brush of breeze.

March 2013
Julie Ayers


About Julie Ayers

Seasoned apocaloptimist, keen admirer of well-placed words, fierce mama bear of extra special children, black belt hugger, and advocate for a fashion rebellion which elevates the most human of hearts to socially acceptable outerwear.

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