Wednesday, February 27, 2013

from Siddhartha by Herman Hesse 1

"On his way, humbly, deep in thought, his calm face neither happy nor sad. He seemed to smile quietly and inwardly. With a hidden smile, resembling that of a healthy child, he walked, wearing the robe and placing his feet just as all of his monks did, according to a precise rule.
But his face and his walk, his quietly lowered glance, his quietly dangling hand expressed peace, expressed perfection, did not search, did not imitate, breathed softly in an unwithering calm, an unwavering light, an untouchable peace.
He was Buddha."