my weeping buddha needs a week off. hand-carved from a single piece of mahogany, soothing the sorrows of our family, four-legged and two. this is his story as told to me:
according to legend, there were two warriors who confronted each other in numerous battles. both of them wore masks and never saw each other’s face. after many such encounters the older warrior killed the younger one. upon removing his mask he discovered he had killed his own long lost son. the weeping buddha is the warrior filled with sorrow. by touching the back of the weeping buddha, people can pass all of their sorrow to the weeping buddha, thus making life a little better.
the weeping buddha soaks up the sorrows and worries of the world and brings peace and compassion to all who rub his back. in other words, the weeping buddha cries so that no one else has to.
i only wish i could give him an hour or two tear free .
i found my weeping buddha at my favorite, gift boutique, fleur de lys. they give you the accompanying story with your buddha.