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
May we share this mind with all beings
