He sits quietly on the red chair, his giant paws folded neatly in front of him. His breath comes in deep purrs that fill his body and the room. I look over at him and he closes his eyes gently and slowly at me and opens them again, acknowledging my adoration. "Buddha" means the awakened one, and that is him. In a world of waking beings, he is already there, fully awake, waiting patiently for us with open paws. He is Jack, and he is our little (or not so little) Buddha Being.
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