Saturday, March 31, 2012

A Catholic in a Buddhist Temple, Part 3

Bald Saffron
All life is pain.
Pain is desire
We are like the rain
Falling on the fire
We hold our place
Some glue
Some kneel
Some beg
And some will never understand
The gluers
The kneelers
The beggars
Because they themselves
See only gluing
And kneeling
And begging
And themselves.
The Gluer does not see the glue.
The Kneeler does not see his knees.
The Beggar does not see the coin.

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