Driving back, I was sitting at a traffic light, stewing a bit at the time delay in my so carefully constructed schedule when I looked, really looked at the bumper sticker on the car in front of me. "You are the Buddha," it said, and next to the words, kind of floating, was a heart.
I lifted on a smile, inhaled deeply, exhaled, calm.
I am the Buddha with eyes to see in the dark, and all the time in the world.