You Are IT

Buddha has never been anything but an instantaneous lightning bolt over Bartlesville, Oklahoma. A lightning bolt is the Buddha.

Buddha has never been anything but a mountain brook cascading into the Nooksak Valley. A mountain brook is the Buddha.

Buddha has never been anything but wind sighing through ancient oaks by the lepers’ cemetery at Madalene Hospital in Chichester. Wind in the cemetery is the personal song of the Buddha.

Buddha has never been anything but a pebble on the path to the Orphanage of the Sisters of Mercy in Brooklyn. A pebble on your path is the Buddha.

Buddha has never been anything but the infinitesimal pause between exhalation and inhalation, a gift offered to a gift. Your breath is the Buddha.

If you don’t understand this, watch the snow choose whether to fall on a pine bough or camellia. Then be choiceless.

~ Fred LaMotte