memo from the buddha’s desk

beneath the bodhi tree
 
 
sitting, walking, make no distance.
you choose.   your intent.

use your feet like your mouth.
kiss what nurtures you.   observe
how you stand.

your silence might meditate, however
notice, everything speaks.

stones, gravel, sand, falling rain,
the cat amusing your feet.

the chorus is as big as everything.

a perfect earth cannot become
more wise than its limbs.

we are fish in shallow water wanting
knowledge but only as we see fit to
receive.   surrender wisdom first.

no pockets to fill or keep.

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