ONE MORE DAY...

... for the"buy my book" sales pitch. Tomorrow, with luck, I'll get back to the usual business of The Buddha Diaries. Meantime, another small stone...

SUNDAY AFTERNOON

The New York Times

crossword. The book

review. A Sunday

cigar, out on the patio:

my vice. Well, one of them.

A light breeze stirs

the leaves of the ficus

tree, and the Buddha

fountain weeps

for human suffering.

No other sound than

the slow drip of falling

water. Ah, serenity!