I am with my grown, thirty-five year old daughter in Korea, in Japan, visiting temples and shrines, lighting incense, hitting gongs and ringing bells, bringing our palms together, bowing in unison, saying thanks, making wishes.
Finally, there I am wanting nothing for myself. My eyelids lowered, I see people asleep on trains, sitting in restaurants, running in parks, laying in hospitals. I’m praying for them all.
“Come on Dad!!!”
I look up at the golden 35 foot Buddha before me. He nods his head slowly and smiles.
“Your daughter’s waiting,” he says.
Time to go.