"By virtue of creation,
and still more the incarnation,
nothing here is profane for those who know how to see."
~ Father Pierre Teilhard de Chardin S.J. ~
The rickety boardwalk bisecting a windswept marsh,
The mud-caked snapper basking in his personal pond,
The shy, white blossom peeking from behind a leaf,
All proclaiming the Dharma.
All - by dint of their very existence - giving praise to
The Great Love that moves the sun and the other stars.
Niko, the handsome Gloucester fishing dog, was on the job yesterday supervising the crew of the F/V Orion as they disembarked for the day. He kept a close eye on everyone as they clambered up the ladder onto the pier and waited and watched until every member was accounted for.
As he was working, Niko paid me no mind. The only way I could get a bit of his attention was to whisper “Psst!! Niko! Over here.” I was rewarded on a couple occasions with that beautiful, serene Husky smile.
When he felt he could afford to, he would lay down in the sun on the pier and become lost in his thoughts. He was very patient with me whispering to him from across the pier and clattering off shots with the old Nikon.
It wasn’t until I got home and started working on the images that I noticed what a snappy dresser he is. Instead of a skull ’n crossbones pattern on his black collar, Niko sports a paws ’n crossbones pattern.
In the side yard, Amida Buddha sits on a jutting granite boulder under an arch we cut out of a fat rhododendron bush. Every May the rhododendron erupts, surrounding the Buddha with soft pink blossoms. Throughout this profligate display, he sits unmoved in the semi-dark of his shallow cave. In a few days, flower petals will fall all around him, turn brown, and blow away on the wind. Later in the spring, a row of Irises will bloom, creating a blue capped phalanx on either side in front of him. Still, he will sit serenely as the deep blue flowers open, wither, and die. In the fall, pine needles and leaves will scud their way into his enclosure and rest in his lap. Winter snows completely cover him.
Through every season - every change - he sits - and constantly tries with the considerable force of his example - to teach the blockhead in the yellow house next to him.