this is the weeping buddha. he weeps for the suffering of the world. he used to rest on my bookshelf until recently when i picked him up, held him and cried with him. he now sits beside me at my desk. i often hold him and rub my finger along his spine in prayer, much like one would pray with a rosary or mala beads. it is said that if one rubs his back that peace and strength will be bestowed. the truth is, it seems to work. not because this little wooden buddha has any power, but because by the simple act of rubbing his back i am calmed and focused, finding myself in supplication.
