Buddha's 'do

I blipped this Buddha in context last year but decided I wanted a closeup of his beautiful head, be-mossed and weather-worn.

This wanted to be a poem:

He sits
not under a bodhi tree
but a fir
gathering moss and lichen, bird shit,
fir needles
and oils from the many hands that touch him
as they pass by.
His stillness amidst the cacophony
that is often this neighborhood
reminds me to pause and pay attention

I close my own eyes,
imagine being so still
calm
quiet
that moss grows on my lids,
my hair dread-locked with twigs and seeds.


I'm stretching One Street just a little, this is 1/2 block off of Hawthorne.

View him LARGE to see the exquisite detail of the moss and lichen.