Article: The Grace of a Child
By John Diamond, M.D.
Here is Issa describing his young daughter: “When a passerby asks her to point out a dog or bird, she performs with her whole body, head to toe, poised like a butterfly on a grass blade, resting her wings.” This movement from the Center, from the Buddha-Nature, I’ve always called grace – as does Issa: “She lives in a state of grace. The divine Buddha watches over her.”
Issa goes on to lament, “I’ve not yet found Buddha’s grace myself … my daughter, two years old, is closer to Buddhahood than I.” Perhaps every child lives in action meditation, only to lose it later in “wasted days and nights in empty busyness.”
 The Spring of My Life, trans. Sam Hamill. Boston: Shambhala, 1997, p. 53.
 Ibid., p. 52.