a simple wooden crutch for the crippled,
a bedpan for the aged.
a blanket for the homeless,
a small fire for the cold.
and the sound of a mother’s voice,
quieting the child afraid.
a leaf, a turtle, perhaps a drink of water,
a tear that needs to be cried…
the straw that forms the sparrow’s nest,
i could ask for nothing more!
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the prisoner, you!
it is embarrassing to me
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the heretic kneels
alone in the darknesswith life….and prays….with no need for salvation,redemption, or change….no thought of self,of need and want,he just lets go…and prays….nameless, part of all….formless, evolving forms…..from soul to spirit….becoming….the scripture of small creatures,the hymns of the wind…..eternity unleashed in each moment…..the heretic prays!