Buddhist Puddles


This morning we woke up to streets filled with puddles.  They reflect trees set against grey clouds with mirror like precision.  I have often thought that there is a good Buddhist analogy here: a dirty, inconspicuous puddle that calmly reflects the pristine sky

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