A Buddha in the Mirror

I see a buddha in the mirror. It is inscrutable, but there it is, everyday. If I could scoop it out of the mirror, I would. That doesn’t seem possible; mirrors are like that. Infuriatingly impartial with ungraspable images. You can see a glass of water in the mirror but you can’t drink out of it.
 
You may think I am dumb to write stuff like this and you would be right. But the buddha in the mirror looks wise. If only I could ask her if she is enlightened but she never speaks. Mirrors don’t have any sound, in case you haven’t noticed. They are like silent movies in that respect.
 
Actually it is a good thing that the buddha appeared before talkies were invented. Otherwise we would have an actual record of him speaking and it would not be in English.
 
In my spare time, and when I can remember it, I ponder things like unenlightened mirrors.  

Vicki Woodyard