Mostly because every once in a while, Rat steals ideas from inside of my brain. What scares me is that I am not entirely sure how he is getting in there.

The pocket Buddha is a talisman, whether the pocket is in our mind or our jeans, the pocket Buddha is there to add a touch of Zen to our lives. He smiles from his dark penny and used tissue filled abode and reminds us simultaneously to go with the flow of our lives and to keep our goals, hopes and dreams ahead of us. At least one moment everyday, the satisfaction of a project completed, the taste of a meal we managed to make without burning, the extraordinary patience we somehow managed to show in the most frustrating of times, the pocket Buddha throws us a pocket-lint sized piece of nirvana, and for that I am very grateful.
3 comments:
as long as you aren't identifying with the crocodiles who live next door to the zebra, you're probably okay
hahah love it. I really need to read that comic more. I think it'd read my mind too.
HAHAHAHAHAHAha - I'm going to go and make one right fuckin' now!
miss you girlie - come chill on my deck one evening... just come around the back and look for the prayer flags ;)
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