An empty garden

• Not for me. The inhabitants of the Arhat garden (十八羅漢) in the Hsi Lai Temple have no life for me. They are supposed to be some of the earliest disciples of Buddha Shakyamuni. They are liberated. They have gone beyond. But to me they are empty shells. Not even like shadows of those caught in a nuclear blast, nor as bugs splattered against a windscreen. THEY GIVE NOTHING BACK. They are not an inspiration to me. They are not my role models. That is not my path.