BUDDHA'S TEARS

The weather has been pretty average to say the least.  After coming back from the warmth of Sydney, there has been nothing but rain and wind.  No Spring sunshine at all.

The other day I was sitting in our courtyard while it was raining.  We have a sculpture of a Borobodour Buddha that I received for my 40th birthday.  As I sat viewing the sculpture, I saw the rain running down the Buddha's face.  Except I did not see rain.  I saw Buddhas's tears.  Crying just like a real person would.

What was really rain running down the surface of a sculpture, looked to me like tears.   I realised that sculpture can connect me to my emotions quickly.   I interpreted the running water on Buddha's face through the experiences of a human being.  It moved me. Much more so than an image of Buddha with rain running down it.  I do not think that would make me think of tears.  It was the human like roll of the tears down the curved cheeks emanating from the eye socket and the drop lingering on the chin before plopping onto his body.  It was the three dimensional properties that created a human interpretation and response.

I was moved.

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Buddha's tears