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A Messy Place

Buddha's disciples knocked on ten doors
Each knock summoned ten sorrows
We live in a world of stinking detritus

Nature has its vultures and feline seeking mice
Here there is food for carrion and parasite

to death watch us among our smelly bones

The eagle's glint comes from flying into the sun
But we are below and lack such perspicuity
For the eagle it is always day but it is night for us

Sometimes the rain makes us afraid, each drop
Hitting the ground raises up a crowned diadem
Unlike fallen heroes who kiss the same earth.

The farmer raises his tubers from the ground
But its sprouts always point to the grave
Lit by moons borrowing light from the sun.

Here we have borrowed life from all this death
And can only live on recycled pain; the Buddha
Pointed to a dharma away from this karma

We are inured by prime rib and ox tail soup
Savoring the rue mixed with blood, this
Is why we live in such a messy place.

 @2027 Sai Grafio