written by: Ian Fletcher
Things can get a bit hectic in our office.
But as usual, I take my lunchtime walk, going through the local churchyard on my way.
The newly-tended graves are still connected to the living.
However, I always delve deeper within, to pass the overgrown, neglected ones of a century or more ago.
Some headstones are weatherworn to illegibility; all names are forgotten.
Returning to the office, my colleagues perceive no difference.
Yet my mind carries a Buddha’s smile and I stress no more about our daily activity…
…for the dead, the long dead, have again bequeathed their wisdom upon me.
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