The Buddha didn't know that
his choice to be himself would
roll through the pages of history
like a rogue wave. All he did
was sit beneath the bodhi tree,
intention fixed on awakening,
and when the light flowed in,
he offered it back as the fruit
of all his practice. We each
act without knowing how the
ripples from our pond might
touch another, what the
consequences of our freedom
might be, or where the choice
to follow truth might lead.
Danna Faulds
Photo: Peter Bowers