The Buddha is an eternal figure not measured by years, by age or by the passing seasons. There are many Buddhas in our heart. One which can cry like a child in its acute sense of desire, it can weep when it loses an object or person of great love !
Life is a journey...a roaming ant, once in its curiosity came across a loose strand of hair of the Buddha. Surely it thought this must be the aging of mankind. It went to the Buddha and was surprised that even while he sat on his scanty grass mat, his body emaciated with days of fasting, his eyes closed in deep trance, there were still the heart beats of a free soul which could be heard. !!
