{"id":2775,"date":"2023-10-16T08:27:09","date_gmt":"2023-10-16T12:27:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2775"},"modified":"2023-10-16T08:27:09","modified_gmt":"2023-10-16T12:27:09","slug":"buddhas-bones-by-radiance-angelina-petro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2775","title":{"rendered":"Buddha&#8217;s Bones, by Radiance Angelina Petro"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Buddha\u2019s Bones<br \/>\nby<br \/>\nRadiance Angelina Petro<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The old man quietly<br \/>\nputs on his clothes<br \/>\nas the morning loosens<br \/>\nfrom the night.<\/p>\n<p>He goes outside,<br \/>\nsits on the porch,<br \/>\neats some warm rice,<br \/>\nsips some warm tea,<br \/>\nthen sets his bowl aside<br \/>\nfor the deer to finish.<\/p>\n<p>He stands, takes the shawl<br \/>\nand staff that wait by the door,<br \/>\nand goes in search<br \/>\nof the Buddha\u2019s bones.<\/p>\n<p>He walks as the fog<br \/>\nslowly lifts, he walks<br \/>\nas far as the pond<br \/>\nwhere a heron stands<br \/>\non one leg, snow falling<br \/>\non its hunched shoulders.<\/p>\n<p>He watches a long time.<br \/>\nHe watches until a white deer<br \/>\nwalks passed him, snapping<br \/>\na twig, jolting him awake.<br \/>\nHe shakes his head, he watches<br \/>\nhis breath carry his whispered<br \/>\nwords to the heron, to the deer,<br \/>\nand then is on his way.<\/p>\n<p>He walks until his feet<br \/>\nare just the right amount of cold,<br \/>\nhe walks until the moon<br \/>\nemerges from its cave<br \/>\nin the clouds, he walks until<br \/>\nhe is sure the deer ate the rest<br \/>\nof the rice.<\/p>\n<p>And when he arrives back home<br \/>\nhe turns and stands for a long,<br \/>\nstill moment, snow falling<br \/>\non his shoulders and the branches,<br \/>\nthe rocks, and the logs. He smiles.<br \/>\nBuddha\u2019s bones are everywhere.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Buddha\u2019s Bones by Radiance Angelina Petro &nbsp; The old man quietly puts on his clothes as the morning loosens from the night. He goes outside, sits on the porch, eats some warm rice, sips some warm tea, then sets his bowl aside for the deer to finish. He stands, takes the shawl and staff that [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[12],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2775"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2775"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2775\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2776,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2775\/revisions\/2776"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2775"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2775"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2775"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}