“Frank’s Heart Sutra”
Frank sucked on the cigarette as if he were practicing Tong-Len.
“I told your son I’d left the money on the Buddha table—the table with the Buddha statue. Suddenly, I realized it was the Buddha table all by itself—all things were Buddha things and no thing was Buddha--my Heart Sutra.
Smoke hung lazily around his shoulders.
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Buddha
Heart Sutra
Tong Len
Jamaican writers
Caribbean writers
Buddhism
2 comments:
You make it look simple, but this isn't easy. :) Great writing!
Give thanks, Stephen.
All the best with your submissions this month!
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