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Buddha, December, evening, meditation, photograph, poetry, rain
Locked out on a tepid Carolina December evening, tiny points of rain tapping on the glass table. The crickets keep singing. A duck says goodbye as he heads off to snowbird in Fort Myers. The deer over there in the darkest woods don’t want me to know I’m there. The puppy cries, wondering why I won’t let him out and play with him. A gentle wind brings a few more drops. Somewhere in the distance, the whine of a freight train. The Buddha that won’t light up just sits.
Radical Totality 
I love the image of the puppy in this piece, it cuts right to the heart if the moment. Thank you and be well!
Thank you! And he really was upset.
Puppy dukkha.