MEDIUM: Acrylic on canvas

People at Lumbini wondered where he’d gone, the great saint. He was there, silently meditating, so silent that he had become transparent. Hollow are those who don’t feel him, yet he is far from hollow. He is full, content, watchful, and at peace. He is here now, the saint will be here long after all of us have turned hollow. It is him who is full and who is brilliant apiece.