A topknot of chocolate brown set atop perfectly gilded skin. A dark red tilak between his eyebrows concentrates his ancient gaze inward. His spiralling consciouness radiates upward into a purple cone of Divine Light.
Last night, as I gilded Buddha’s face, I was applying a rather watery concentration of golden paint over his right eyebrow. In a shaky moment, my brush wavered, splashing gilded liquor onto the canvas below. I looked down to catch the drop. “Where did it land?” My eyes caught a watery reflection.
A golden drop, like a tear, streamed from the corner of Buddha’s eye. It trickled down his soft golden cheek, glistening as it rolled towards his beautiful jaw bone. Unexplainable emotion gripped me at that instant – aching sadness at first, then understanding, compassion and love – Pure Love.
I wiped his cheek dry. Catharsis. Is this my weeping Buddha?