The last time I was here, the trees were not present. It was evening and there were candles all around every level of the pagoda while Buddha meditated below them. There were larger torches along the edges of the temple and every sitting place held a novitiate with another candle.
We heard Buddha's voice intoning, "All of that which shall ever be is now."
Then he got up and slowly walked behind us but when we turned to follow him, we saw he was no longer there.
I asked the Guru Marrakesh Yogi what he meant but he only said, "That which you seek to find is already here."
"This is sound liking the Zen version of Where's Waldo, esteemed teacher," I said.
But I looked up and the Guru was gone.
I had thought I was on a deep spiritual journey but, in fact, I was playing Where's Waldo so I went back to Paris and that was when I joined the Foreign Legion. I had decided I would never find the Buddha and would likely never find Waldo either although I have no idea why anyone even looks for Waldo.
The story of how I learned to play blues guitar while I rode about on the back of the camel with the Legion needs to keep for another time.
Ed: what leads you to believe this is true?
Say, Dagwood, what leads you to believe it is not?
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