buddha amongst the bric a brace

In the summer house which we use for meditation, there is a small wooden painted Buddha.  He came from a bric a brac store and once upon a time he was on top of something else, you can see that he fitted onto a box or a piece of furniture.  He is very delicate and golden and as still as still.  He reminds me of the treasure we pass over most of the time because of his bric a brac past.  I hesitate to come in with a heavy reminder of what it is because we all know that is what happens; however it is nice when memory of the real treasure happens and everything shines like the Buddha because we have put on the Buddha mind and put down our own everyday bric a brac mind.