MEDIUM: Acrylic on canvas

Seasons come and seasons pass and nothing on the canvas dries. The great muni waits for us to understand him, and time flies by. Strawberries get sour, and because of it, the people. Thinking of the Buddha, in his memory and our meditation, we find a gem known rare to men, we find attention. Attention to every beauty in the world, attention to a peace that is sublime. Attention to the words of the great saint and attention to our own lives. Attention was a rare possession, but pensive reds and the Buddha could swim one across the Ocean.