They came pouring
with labels
accusatory looks
with labels
accusatory looks
jibes
raised eyebrows
poison-tipped words
the Buddha
in the beating lotus
awakens
smiles
holds me tight
repeats
-let it go.
I pity the anguish
I forgive their spite
The palm carrying a burning coal for me
must be burning inside
Shanti!
Shanti!
Shanti!
I lean over
to a smiling child
a cup of tea
and pray for the
fanged tribe.
The palm carrying a burning coal for me must be burning inside - that's the thought hardest to remember. I love how you think and your ability to put it into words so beautifully.
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