Through the years, the Buddha that is the "logo" for this blog has moved from a three-bedroom Victorian-style house with glorious rose gardens (dozens of bushes) and a sunny cottage garden to a third-floor balcony garden overlooking a meadow where deer visited every night, and from there to a 1921 bungalow near the uptown area of a small Southern town. Now that Buddha is sitting under my orange-red-green striped umbrella on the back patio pad of my new place, a townhouse ten minutes from downtown Durham. No matter where he is, the Buddha is comfortable, but he's getting old and the paint is beginning to chip. I love him even more than when he was new . . .
All sentient beings are essentially Buddhas.
To celebrate the way this Buddha has enhanced each garden where he (and I) has lived, I've chosen to share a poem by one of the classic masters. Simple, sweet, and natural.
