Wednesday, May 21, 2008

A Smiling Buddha

She sits
like a smiling Buddha.

Brittle diabetes
renal failure,
and malignant hypertension.

She is blind
and last year
the surgeons removed her left leg
due to the ravages
of diabetes.

Still
she sits like
a smiling Buddha.

I ask how she feels,
how she is

Her response:
"Very well, thank you. And you?"

She sits like
a smiling Buddha,
the picture of equanimity.

Her husband flutters
to her side
like a loving butterfly
alighted on her arthritic shoulder.

"How long have you been married?"

"Thirty-seven wonderful years"
is her smiling reply.

"There's our wedding picture
on the wall."

She points.

"You are beautiful," I say.

"We were," she replies.

"Oh, but you still are!" I insist.

She smiles
like a Buddha
in gratitude.

I have seen loving equanimity
and acceptance
in her
unseeing eyes.

She sits
like a smiling Buddha,
the world at her
feet.
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