And through it all
A grand parade
Of faces, of beings
The beauty hardly noticed
Then turn around
To discover
Yet another wonder
Leaves me to wonder
How many others
Reflect upon this other
Bed roll and cardboard mattress
Stashed in the tree for later
When night rounds the corner
Some small time for sleep
Otherwise
Pedalling
Could I have been better
At this or at that
Had I offered more devotion
But of all the this
And all the that
Just two devotions have mattered
For pilgrims and believers
A gift to Ganga, river goddess
Holy of holies
Source and purifier
In Thailand
Malaysia
China
Japan
Though, not the laughing Buddha
The plump one
In the midst of
A rollicking guffaw
No, not that Buddha
Rather, the somber, reflective one
The one it seems
The weight of the world
Rests lightly
On his androgynous shoulders
I recognize
The limits
Set by context
Which, I’ve learned
Confines me
Not reality
I flow through the world
And experience
Places
Moments
History
Present
I connect with people
And experience
Variance
Possibility
Convergence
Dichotomy
It’s these places
Where we are most
Who we are
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