The Equal Buddha is Coming

Can You Feel the Presence?

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One. The coming teacher will feel no taller than a dwarf and no smaller than a giant. The new incarnation shall stand with a hobo and sit with a president in a place only your heart can find. The beggar will never appear lower than the enlightened one in the space of love they share. The leader of a powerful nation will not tower above the sage in the place of compassion connecting them.

Two. Look carefully at the bustling crowd in the street. She may be walking purposefully in her business blouse. Look in the strawberry field. She may be picking fruit in her ragged shirt. Look in the prison. She may have been falsely convicted. Look in the heavens. She may know how to fly.

Three. She could place one finger on the ground to ripple an earthquake in the soul of every tyrant, but she will refrain. She will guard herself against the thrill of that power. She will protect the spirit of a toddler who feels the wrath of a dictator’s anger toward her people. She will melt the sharp ice of his minions.

Four. No tornado could move her from the spot where this earth needs her. The smoothest breeze will scatter her substance when the work is done. Rain will carry her to all the low and high places.

Five. She will lovingly gather the shreds of your ghost when the spectral lion makes a meal of you. You shall emerge from the darkness of a wet cave into fresh sunlight streaming through the dancing leaves of an ecstatic canopy. You shall weep with joy when you witness the radiance of her being.