There is a tiny Buddha inside me.
I can only access the tiny one when I am alone.
I can become more like that tiny Buddha when I am surrounded by light and love.
If I step outside the chalk, the tiny Buddha shrinks and is too tiny to find at all.
The chalk is a circle. It is the set of boundaries where I truly thrive and am the best version of myself.
The tiny Buddha asks for permission to come out, to be magnified and more prevalent in my character, in my life.
Yet tiny Buddha disappears when there is a sense of judgement, gossip and scrutiny.
If tiny Buddha disappears, then I loose the best part of myself.
And why would I sacrifice the tiny Buddha? Who is more worthy to live closer to me than this tiny Buddha? And then there is HaShem. The divine essence, the unpronounceable, unexplainable, undefined, non-anthropomorphic, The One, אחד-
יהוה is being. I am being too.
I want to let my tiny Buddha just be.
It is worth it then, to strip all the nonsense, the superfluous, the distractions and shed my skin in order to expose the tiny one, The One, in me.