Took a walk through a Buddhist Cemetery the other day. 
Nothing but ashes remain under the tombstones.
The Buddha was reclining for an afternoon nap.
Nothing seemed to bother the Buddha, not even the cawing of the crows.
Every path along the tombstones reminded me of a well-laid out residential neighborhood.
The skyline contrasted the calm of the those resting in the temple grounds.
Grave stones in disrepair and forgotten.
But then again the Yamaguchi family remembers their ancestors.
Flower pot on lopsided  chair at the side of the road.
The flower pot as recalled in a dim memory.
After the walk through the cemetery, I  felt relieved to see life moving along with tiny children enjoying their snacks.
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