"Make of yourself a light,"
said the Buddha
before he died...
No doubt he thought of everything
than had happened in his difficult life.
And then I feel the sun itself
as it blazed over the hills,
like a million flowers on fire-
clearly I'm not needed,
yet I feel myself turning
into something of inexplicable value.
Slowly , beneath the branches,
he raised his head.
He looked into the faces of that frightened crowd.
The face of Buddha is like the sun that moves across the sky. Both help us in our primate minds know our inherent worth and dignity, know that it matters what we do, and known that it is a blessing we were born. You also tell us as you rise above the horizon that we are not needed. How scary is that! Yet, dear, Sun, you turn us into something of inexplicable value, and if we dance as well as we are able with you, we can more greatly reflect the light that is the divine in all existence.
If you were dying and a crowd gathered around, what would you say to them?