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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0198 Buddha Meets Christ, Says Nothing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Buddha (is that one or multiple, theologically?) <br>sits at his total ease in our back garden<br>such as it is<br>in his plastic only partially disguised<br>pool, with today a white ranunculus<br>floating at his feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he’s externally nicely moulded of fine concrete<br>and since the fig tree with its leaves<br>big enough to make yourself an apron of<br>though you’d need apronstrings, –<br>has been cut down, he’s emerged<br>from the shadow of it which made him<br>unpleasantly greeny-mouldy; but now the sunlight<br>has dried him into a light and Springy green<br>which is almost fluorescent and sorta floaty</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he gives interest to the garden, makes a space<br>of his own and also makes the garden<br>shapely, a focal point or some such<br>decorator term. He seems very happy there<br>-perhaps anywhere; he certainly makes me happy<br>to see him; he wipes thought away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It would be poetic to say that<br>he was already contemplating all peacefully<br>when dawn broke this day of solemn days, <br>the Good or Bad Friday depending; <br>but then he seems not to worry about time anyway<br>under his demure, downcast eyelids</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but he’s so there he’s here, and was and is, <br>no mere garden ornament and whatever<br>he sees inside, it’s there in me too<br>as Emerson said of this sweet contemplation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what he makes of the events of this day<br>is certainly a question – just suppose he’d been there<br>discreetly in the crowd, saying nothing, just <br>contemplating the scene; <br>and the roving cameraman spotted him<br>and asked for a quote</div><div style="margin:10px 0">big answers deserve big questions; <br>maybe this half-formed question<br>deserves more contemplation. <br>I’ll just shut up and go look at him again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as the evening light reflected from<br>the windows of the house opposite <br>bathes him in an intense sunset burst of glory<br>with no apparent source so that he<br>glows with a radiant promise of peace forever<br>to all men; a promise as Christ’s prayer-book<br>puts it so memorably – <br>past all understanding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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sits at his total ease in our back garden
such as it is
in his plastic only partially disguised
pool, with today a white ranunculus
floating at his feet

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