The blue Buddha, big bellied, wrapped in sparse cloth, bowl in hand, knapsack over his left shoulder, stands waiting for us to return to our natural knowing. We were meant to find our truth. But that truth eludes us as we search the faces of our brothers and sisters of Earth for that which only we can find.
I touch white dresses and red slingback shoes, emerald necklaces with matching hanging earrings. I paint on rose lipstick and black eyeliner. It all hides what is natural. The knowing is covered in foundation and mascara. It is lost underneath a soul concealed.
Buddha waits for us on the other side. I am searching tomorrow for all I’ve lost.