Representing
Fear and
And into this garden
How are we to be alive
Yet remain detached?
Bees cannot control
their endless quest
for the pollen
Do they notice
the complexity of the rose
the scent of the gardenia
Or the burst of orange
from the poppy?
Children rush and tug
Push to be first on the train
Demand coins for balloons
Coins for cookies
Coins to toss in the turtle pond.
Same garden, another day
Rainfall washes the sky
My body draws the rhythm inside
And I am grateful for the drink of life
There is nothing wrong
with the gray sky
the cold wind
Or the mud.
Drink green tea
Underneath the awning
Of the little Japanese hut
The brew warms and is delightful
upon the tongue.
I do not require
time to pass
too quickly here
For there is much
that fills me
In this moment where
Fear and Desire
Do not exist.
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