Siddhartha:
Born in an age of transformation and wonder,
under the blue-light;
the bearer of water,
he knows the eightfold path
and the four noble truths
And after twelve years, he is a true star. He has become a witty comedian, an exquisite writer, and a dramatic artist.
A few months ago, he gave me one of his drawings:
The Sickle and Hammer Soldier
I see a young man: worn, wounded, battered; his chest torn open, heart splattered, blue-red blood. With the memory of brighter days, green meadows; lazy summers; spring waters, he carries on. Under the red sun, he holds his inner light in perseverance. And, it is that soul who wanders beyond ease and comfort, who will eventually find the purest form of salvation.
Happy 12th birthday
to our little
old-soul,
Siddhartha
