Tending my neglected Buddha, by degrees

Tending Buddha

I begin by pulling wild weeds and raking fallen leaves. I whisk a winter’s-full of caked loam from stone steps. The dirt provides my manicure and the sun warms and massages my stiff back.  A deep breath, the first in many months, hands me softly-scented sweet air.  My mind shifts. I step back from task complete, into stillness and contentment.


1 thought on “Tending my neglected Buddha, by degrees

  1. *smiles* … I think this is the first time I have seen this kind of writing from you…. and … tis good

    So … the Spring is coming … and … it is good you are tending to things that need tending too. *gentle smile* …. spring comes … tis the tri season I hope …


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