Zen Love

I love my little Buddha husband sometimes I watch him as he naps his face assuming the soft delicate lines of a child or an angel asleep on God's bosom I observe him in the garden through the glass patio door reflective light of the noonday sun splashing gold over his bent form Gently he snips fragrant rose blossoms arranging a charming feng shui bouquet for our kitchen counter Cuddling close and cozy on our chocolate brown love sofa as evening casts a starry love spell I Thank God for such a blessed and sacred life and especially for my little Buddha's delight