In first person
Or try to
Not because I think I am important
Or I have something important to say
It’s just the way the words come
And I’m just fine with that
Not because I think I am important
Or I have something important to say
It’s just the way the words come
And I’m just fine with that
While I sit
High upon the hilltop
Feeling the breeze
Wash over me
Is not proportioned
By the difficulty of obtaining it
But is informed
By the quality of attention I offer it
An anachronism
A paradox
To a Westerner
Like me
I take a breath, breathing in the magical divinity of existence
I remind myself
To love and revere every being
Every living thing as if
Each were a god or bodhisattva
When the unimaginable
Becomes reasonable
Imagination soars
But for lack
Of soil and sod
What food
Could riches grow?