pixel rust

like breath on a frosted windowpane

Wanting nothing more but to be content with less he roamed the countryside tirelessly in search of his lost Guide. In the meantime, he became more knowledgeable about these matters then his former Guide could have ever hoped to be. Surpassing him not only in wisdom, but in spirit as well.

And yet, he remained unaware of this fact till his dying day, when the it became as clear as a jewel to him in his mind.

He wondered, did this knowledge bring him to accept his death or did death bring him to accept this knowledge?

Laughter rose from his dying lips and spilled on the ground like honey where the ants feasted and became Buddhas themselves.