Monday, June 28, 2021

Bhiksha

"If you wanted, you could be there," 

I keep staring 
at the self I see
in these words

Knowing day will be done soon, gone

but not the work 
it came bearing 
in cupped hands: 

not an offering but an outstretched bowl

seeking alms
restoring me
ta-da / to-do

[Pic: Baby deer I spied out back this morning.]

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