November 21, 2020

When I bow, I bow deeply in thanks
To one that lived thousands of years ago
For finding a way in to this life

A life that arrived unexpectedly in form
Oblivious of self and other and began to walk
Through gate after gate to meet an iron wall

Wood pellets drop in the stove and burn
A dog finds a lap to sleep then barks
The one who sits stands and makes breakfast

Rules are boundless and must be discerned 
Finding a way in when already in
Return to your only book and read the next page

There is no sage or executor of will waiting to speak
Numerous lifetimes have already been exhausted
Bow and when bowing, bow deeply in thanks