September 1, 2018

I have no dharma and
I offer it all to you

Sitting still searching
For the same answer

In myriad questions about
The past and possible futures

Blooming in the dirt-filled crack
A dahlia bigger than Buddha’s head

Not thinking about beauty and
Radiating silent illumination

Look, see, wake to thee
The truth of you and we

Living this life in service
To each unknowable moment

Lighting incense to burn completely
Into pungent earthy-sweet smoke

Drifting through space to
Everywhere, here, and gone

Categories Poems

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