... 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
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!
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