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When does he awaken... where is he? Sleeping Buddha
lies buried under the sand of crumbling civilizations pink sandstone with emerald eyes 50...100 feet tall his face
the contour of the hills and the lines of his feet etched in rocks sleeping through the rise and fall of dynasties the
pinnacles of art and science harvest and abundance drought and famine corruption and the resurgence of superstition his
heart the heartbeat of the earth his breath the wind moaning through wadis in a parched land through warm rays of
the sun and the cold breeze of death We search under rocks and in caves in far away lands on treks into
the mountains and jungle everywhere but in silence the silence of the soul The Buddha is awake, even when
sleeping but WE are dreaming We dream of power and glory misery and sorrow everything in between we dream,
and have dreams within dreams And when the faint sound of bamboo flute in the forest grows until
it fills the temples, palaces, prisons to the far ends of the earth then six billion people - every man woman and child every
sentient being on earth will awaken with him when one awakens all awaken and Sleeping Buddha is everywhere you look:
Green Buddha - covered with moss and surrounded by giant tree roots glistening in the
rain Snow Buddha - half frozen shadows and white in the pale moonlight Water Buddha - coming alive among koi in ripples
of the pond Fire Buddha - flickering in the flame of 108 candles Mountain Buddha - in the Khumbu icefall of Chomolungma
third eye jewel reflecting the lanterns of monks who walk in the night as the
wind howls When we awaken we find him in the song of birds the roots of trees in the clouds overhead in
the ethers in matter and in emptiness and in the radiant flower that blooms in the heart
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