Like a lotus the purple urchin perceives every direction as one. Spiny petals oscillate, omniscient antenna waving through salt water. His world moves over and through him, this keeper of the kelp forests. Seaweeds sing of Aristotle’s lantern, circular fangs that chew their lifeline. From prey to predator, otters portend doom, crunching echinoderm shells like eggs.
These shallow water Buddhists remain content. From stillness comes enlightenment. Their existence is a deep meditation—radial perception offers perfect symmetry. The urchin sits on the sea floor in prayer to Luna, pale God of the night sky, ruler of Mother Ocean’s tide.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
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